"You know what Jess? I really don't have the time and the energy to do this...I'll talk to you later." Was the last thing he said as he slipped his cell phone into his back pocket.
He just had the best day ever, well, let's just say it was a pretty decent day. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin it.
He quickly grabbed a cigarette from his jacket pocket and placed it in his mouth as he searched his other pockets for a lighter. He stared intently at the orange flame as it brought the cancer stick to life.
He inhaled it, closing his eyes for a brief moment, letting his lungs get filled with the intoxicating smoke. And out it went, thus beginning the vicious cycle.
Moments pass, cigarette stubs fall to the ground, leaving a very unique signature.
After taking a brief moment to take in the chilling air, he got on his motorcycle, letting the engine's deafening roar flood his ears.
The air felt even more exhilarating passing through his body probably at a hundred miles an hour. He zoomed passed busy bystanders and laughter at the cluster of insults that left their lips.
'Oh damn, let the high never end!' His mind raced.
He turned on a sharp corner. He noticed that he'd lost his footing...unfortunately, it was already too late.
The screeching, the screaming, not a really familiar sound and definitely not welcoming.
