I had my last cigarette for the night. It's snowing outside, flakes falling like glitter, disappearing into my hair. The air is crisp, making each inhale of the cigarette harsh and almost not worth smoking, but I inhaled despite it ( Read more... )

I have about a half hour before going to work. It's dark, cold, and no one's awake, which is kind of surprising, but it was Thanksgiving last night ( Read more... )