2016-07-27 | Random | Cigarette
"It doesn't matter who I am." Gordon took another drag on his cigarette. As he removed it from his lips he made a slight popping sound as he brought more air into his lungs behind the smoke. "Why does it matter, Judy?" He held his breath as he leaned over and tapped his ash into the empty soda can on the table. He blew the smoke out at an angle towards the ceiling. "Tell me, does it matter if people I barely know understand what it is that I think? Me? What I eat? What shows I like?"
"I think you're a grump," Judy muttered as she exhaled, smoke seeping between her teeth and curling around her upper lip.facebook