i was sitting there on the couch sweating as the hot air danced up and down my skin. bringing that poison to my mouth and lighting it, i wondered how long i had to live - whether my death would anyway be related to the bad habits i had picked up through my lifetime. as the nicotine began to oxidize at a hurried pace, i inhaled, filling my lungs with that pleasurable gaseous death. the sun was beginning to rise - i could see its long arms desperately trying to reach over the hills, it's impending arrival signaled by the bluish tint that was beginning to fill the dark sky. i cursed and mumbled to myself for having let my overactive mind get the better of me again.