The Last Cigarette

I might…

I have to be careful with what I say. You never know when someone can barge into your room and catch you smoking. I’m a hypocrite. Don’t judge me Lil Uzi. I know; I constantly talked about how bad it is. I know; I bragged about, how I would never do such a thing. Go away, Lil Uzi.

Home alone and out in the balcony; I still look over my shoulder to make sure, no one sees me. What does my dog think, when she sees me? I wonder, if smoking in front of her, is bad for her health. Ha, a dog with a smoker’s cough. Yesterday, I had an important meeting with a Japanese man. He said, “tomorrow, we will make our decision. Be ready for our call. We won’t call a second time.”

My stomach is floating in suspense. I haven’t eat anything. Waiting. He never said, when he will call. I woke up at five in the morning today and it is almost midnight now. Still, no call and this is the last cigarette of the pack.

THE PHONE RINGS…

Yes… Yes… I understand… Thank you… Yes… You, too… Have a great night..

Oh…My…God…

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