I walked up to the top of the parking garage. It's 3 am and I can't sleep.
My phone starts ringing. It's my girlfriend. I sigh and answer it.
"What's up?"
"Where are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's 3 am and you're not in fucking bed. Where are you?"
"Why don't you trust me?"
"IT'S 3 FUCKING AM! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? STOP THIS BULLSHIT AND COME HOME!"
She hung up.
I jumped up on the ledge on top of the parking garage. I grabbed a packet of cigarettes I bought earlier from the BP gas station nearby and lit one with my kitchen lighter I took from the drawer of my apartment. I held the cigarette with my middle and index finger on my right hand like I've seen people do and put it in my mouth and inhaled, took it out, and started coughing uncontrollably. I looked out at the city lights.
"I'm having my moment bitch." I mumbled to myself with another cough.
