The things you think about while smoking. Damn it’s cold. Why am I out here? I hear the telltale beat of a DJ Remy live set I’ve been listening to playing back in my mind… The words “I see you” repeated over a heavy bass line and a hypnotic drum rhythm. People ask why I like trance. It’s very easy to just close your eyes and let your imagination run wild. As a guy this inevitably leads to thoughts of sex. I like trance. Man my car is dirty. I should get it washed. School starts soon. I should get some supplies. I had a great summer. I wouldn’t mind having that kind of summer again. Mmm… summer. Warmth. I miss the warmth. Looking down I see my shoes. They are in a bad state. You’ve seen better days shoes. There’s a rabbit in the garden. It stares at me unmoving. I wonder if it thinks I can’t see it. I turn to spit, my saliva dribbles off the flap on my coat zipper. Super. I spit on my self. Walking out to the end of the laneway I toss the cigarette into the street. My ash tray. I need to quit.
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