#27s

I miss smoking cigarettes. I miss not feeling the shame and guilt and consciousness that I have now. I mean, we knew it was bad for us back then when we were younger but we just didn't care and like all things when we were younger we thought we were infinite and immortal we thought we were untouchable so we smoked a pack a day getting high off of cigarettes I miss the smell of it still I can taste it when I smell it I miss smoking it in my car with the windows rolled down before I knew it would stain my car years later and that my mother and father would shame me for it I miss the camaraderie of the community i miss packing my cigarettes I got good at it. I was a pro I miss walking into the gas station asking for 27s because my boyfriend at the time told me it tasted like peanut butter. it didn't. but I got them anyway the clerk had to ID me because i looked younger than 18. When said boyfriend asked if he was right about it tasting like peanut butter i lied, and lit the cigarette, agreeing with him

I told her I didn't remember