Smokey Haze

Dream Night

I had the most fun I have had in a while. I was actually able to watch TV. I don't know why people always say that watching TV is bad for you. I don't see how they could claim such.

"Stormy! Do you want piz-." I heard, but I instantly disreguarded.

"Can you keep it down! I'm trying to watch Blue Bloods!" I yelled, making the house go silent. Have I become to violent being here? It'll only be a few more weeks until I can move out into my own home.

I sat around watching Blue Bloods until about 5 AM, when Cayson walked into the living room, clad in green boxer shorts, and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Did you ever go to sleep last night?" He asked, dragging in smoke from the cancer stick.

"No. I watched Blue Bloods. Now I fell all edgy and tired." I said, yawning.

"You want a cigarette? I have some back in my room if you want one." He said, about to turn around and walk towards his room. And I let him.

I'm basically an adult anyway right? And what's the big deal about smoking one cigarette. It's not like I'll get addicted and keep craving them. Trust me. That's not what I do.

----Later In The Day----

I was sitting at home. The boys had went to their college thing, and I was left alone, with a pack of cigarettes, and car keys. They told me that if I had decided to go anywhere, I could. They had also left gas money. I pulled on my Vans, along with a green T-Shirt with black skinny jeans, and grabbed the keys to my brothers Corvette.

I wonder how he affords this... 

I started it, and turned on the radio. My favorite song instantly came on. The Drug In Me Is You.

I backed out of the driveway, and went on with my ride. Not even knowing where I was going.

Or who was following me...