This air is freakin' soup. It's impossible to breath. Unless you're good at breathing soup. Which I am not. But I do have an eye that's very often blurry. I don't need this soup to put halos around the streetlights, nor to turn all colors to gray in the distance, washed out as objects come closer and just fine close up. Not in that eye anyway.
So I want a cigarette anyway. Despite the soup. So I smoke my little butt. Can't hardly see the freakin' smoke. Shit.