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Attempting to rush home from work, so that I'm not late, I'm greeted by an onslaught of blaring car horns causing me to lose track of my spot that I had ever-so-hastily marked in my mental to-do list. "Shit." I mutter, scrambling to recall what I had, just moments ago, moved to the top of the list. Flowers? Check - on the counter, ready to go. one down - more than twenty, to important to ignore, tasks to go. Dammit - I hate firsts. I can't stand the pretentiousness of it all. If the date is s...

“I’ve always said, ‘the best way to get to know someone is to get them drunk’.” His lips stretch into that grin I’ve come to know so well, and he flicks the ash off his cigarette and onto the concrete. The table we’re sitting at is littered with notebooks, pencils, pens, empty or half-empty cigarette boxes and our matching Zippo lighters. The ashtray by my right elbow is nearly overflowing with my stubbed-out cigarettes, several of the filters still smoldering. The air around our heads is fu...

“I’ve always said ‘the best way to get to know someone is to get them drunk’.” His lips stretch into that grin that I’ve come to know so well, as he flicks the ash off his cigarette and onto the concrete. That same cigarette is glowing ever closer to the filter, and ever closer to the delicate skin lying between the first and second joints on his middle and pointer fingers. I refrain from pointing out this fact, knowing as I do that he will notice just in time to take one last drag before tos...