olive808

it plagued my nightmares constantly as a kid, just one of those dreams about becoming older and also being a failure at some adult mundane tasks. something so simple gone so awry while i slept, and yet, i'm not sure it's so inaccurate now that i'm an adult.
A manager, they said. The fastest and youngest to be promoted in the history of the store. 20 years old. Glorious. I didn't think of my classmates who would soon be graduating and moving on to their careers at Raytheon and the like, saving for the houses and gently-used BMWs, apartments they rented alone with their own washers and dryers. Soon I would realize I could do more. Be more. Than this.
Cigarettes are sexy. Deadly. Powerful. Addictive. I guess you can say they're a bit like love. Full of toxic chemicals that get you high and bring you a little closer to devastation and ultimately death every second you partake. It's hard to get away from them, but you can avoid it. I've had my share of both.