Abusing a substance destructively is like riding on a roller coaster without wearing a seat belt. We crave the danger because we want to see how close we can come to death.
He gives me a pack of Camels with a picture of the eye being preyed open by doctor’s instruments. I ask him, Can you switch me? Make it so I get the pack with the coughing man sitting at his desk.
There have been so many mornings in my life. Thousands, by now. Some days are characterized by a fleeting happiness or, if I’m lucky, a feeling of content.