Addiction

My smoke break is an hour long. I smoke the colors of the trees and leaves, the grass, dirt and puddles. Its raining but I smoke anyway. I get a rush as cars barely miss me. I'm fast enough, and if I take a ride on a hood I'd consider it an even better experience. There's others around, too, but I take a longer drag than any of them. I find new ways to inhale the experience, by taking a new route. The drags send shivers down my spine and up the back of my head. Almost done, I see more people smoking, but they are sitting as I drag past them. They might wonder what I'm smoking.