There are voids in some times and places that can only be filled by smoking. Like, obviously, those exhausted, vulnerable moments after sex. (Although honestly, eating pizza or ice cream — even the vegan kind — totally works too.) Or what about after a huge fight with someone you really care about, that culminated in one of you storming out? Or when dealing with writer’s block? Or while on a contemplative walk through a city at night? …Basically, smoke is the missing puzzle piece in all the really pretentious moments that make up my absurd life.

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