Sweat and the early morning sun. Even at 4:30 in the morning, the heat is starting to set in. I've got cotton mouth and and a hangover. Problem is, I didn't even drink last night. Easing out of bed, so as not to wake my girlfriend, I make my way to the kitchen. We are out of coffee. I search through the fridge and find a can of Pepsi that was opened two days ago. There is nothing like stale pepsi in the morning. It tastes like crap, but it sure jump starts my engine. I grab a pack of marlboros off of the kitchen table and head towards the living room couch. Yeah, I know, smoking is bad for my health, but the hell with it, we all die sometime. I might as well enjoy life a little bit before I go. I spark up, inhale a deep drag and cough up a mouthful of phlegm.
Maybe I should quit.
I take another drag.
The smoke doesn't burn so much this time.
I should put out this cig.
Another drag.
Maybe tommorrow.
Another drag and a swallow of stale Pepsi.
Maybe after I finish the pack.
By the time I finish my cigarette, I've got the greatest plan in the world to stop smoking. Yeah maybe I'll start next week.