Hugh Carol Smokes his second to last cigarette.

Hugh Carol stood on the stoop of his building in the Doorsky district of Chicago and he was smoking a cigarette when he realized that he was very much indeed addicted to cigarettes and could no longer smoke them. He would miss the break they give him for his thoughts. The wave of calm that washes over him on a warm spring night with lightening bugs bedazzling© the concrete porch around him. He would also miss the conversation of a good friend that can come with a cigarette on the porch. The brothers-in-armsesque© closeness that comes from already being such a foul (and at times foul smelling) reject of society.

he looked up, didn’t think about his bank account. He took a drag of his cigarette. He didn't think about how dirty his keyboard was getting, that he’d need to wipe it down because he’d been typing so much that little nasty caked on skin had formed on the h, y, x, v, b, n, j, 7, and for some weird reason that he couldn't really comprehend, the q button. How the hell did his q button get dirty?! He wasn’t in to any quintuplet porn or anything... quotes? Queens College? Other terms down the list when he typed qu into the search bar of a certain googantuain search engine he can’t name? 

No he didn’t think about that shit when he smoked his cigarette. He wasn’t thinking about his good friend Avaram Cherokee 3500 miles away in Fargo North Dakota right now, nor the impossible time that he is having completing his schoolwork and graduating from that school so that he can get the fuck out of there. Hugh did miss the man dearly, he acknowledged, whilst not thinking about him.

He took another drag. It was starting to get warmer. He was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt even though he had to pace back and forth to keep acclimated to the windchill but he didn’t fucking care at the moment because he was smoking his fucking cigarette and he had his fucking shit figured out. Fuck everything, he thought. Fuck the god-dammed world to the mother-fucking ground.He wasn’t going to think about the future for another inch and a half and it was going to rock his fucking world.

And when he was done with that, he was going to quit. And it would save him money and then he would start to...(continued ad nausea for another two to three minutes).