i’m not too interested in actually smoking cigarettes, but i love the way i smell after hanging out around my friends who do smoke. that only slightly stale, cigarette-y smell that sort of lingers on me but only just barely. it’s a nice reminder that i’m, you know, capable of having friends. ones who i can talk to while they smoke or right after they smoke and we can sit on the couch and yell about life and all of that.