There was a saying in Ricardo's family that ran for almost generations.
"If you're going to have a vice, you should first get a job, and fund your own vice."
Ricardo's band playing in the past didn't really paid a lot. He got some gigs in weddings, birthdays, fiestas, and some bars, but it did make him bought his own cigarettes instead of stealing some of his dad's cigarettes from time to time. Now that he had a job instantly and a steady stream of income, which was a good start for a fresh graduate here in the Philippines, he had his own money to fund his own addiction.
He smoke while he thinks of the future, he smokes while he contempated on the vastness of the human potential, and he smoked after he masturbated much of the time.
It was like breathing to him. And probably the real reason why he hates the office, he was craving inside for a cancer stick inside a no smoking cubicle for a couple of hours.
Work was over that day. He went to his usual spot at the parking area to smoke, then by his surprise he saw that cute security guard he was talking to at the gates for the past months at work.
"Hello Mr. Ricardo." greeted the cute security guard
"Oh hi Cyra, no need to be formal here." said Ricardo who was stuttering as Cyra approached nearer to him, " Why aren't you at the gate?"
"My shift is early so, I just came by here to relax before I go." said Cyra while taking out a cigarette, form her pocket.
"You smoke, too? I didn't know that." said Ricardo while offering his lighter to Cyra.
" In my stressful line of work? If I could drink beer while working I'll definitely be a happy woman." said Cyra while lighting her cigarette, with Ricardo's lighter.
"Wow, you're boyfriend is probably one lucky guy being able to drink with his own girlfriend, unlike other girls who tend to not drink." said Ricardo while puffing.
"I have alcohol as a boyfriend, he makes me feel good, helps me go to sleep."
