As usually sitting on my favourite chair, smoking 

and thinking about money, sex, revolutions and all. 

But this time I had a candy bar in my other hand. 

After a certain time I realized the ciggerate was long gone and surprisingly I was thinking the same kind of shits like before with that candy bar. 

I couldn’t dare touch another ciggerate that day,

But next day I bought two big fat packs of them. 

And still I am writing this shit. 

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