The Religion of Smoking.

Smoking relaxes me. It isn't the nicotine, it's the act of smoking a cigarette. It's seven minutes where I can stop and think. Sometimes, I'll have a cigarette and be with someone I don't really want to be around. We'll share a smoke, some conversation, and seven minutes later I'll wait for them to leave. Then I'll smoke another alone, in peace. My seven minutes with them wasn't what I was looking for. I was looking for calm. For peace. Seven minutes of unfettered solitude. If you ever see me and we share a smoke, don't be offended if I have another when you leave. I'm trying to relax.