Porqueeee....

I'm sitting in a car with a smoke hanging out of my hand, mastering the technique of dashing it out the window for a super quick flick of the thumb, pop off any excess ash before it flies back into my eye, or even worse, out of my hand entirely.

I'll take it back to my mouth, you know, shave off another five minutes. There's nothing about smoking that's remotely cool, but your little roll of dried leaves and cyanide won't say anything about that until you've been at it for a few months.

And it's all, E minor, G, C, A and there's waves of heat making the road wiggle, and you look out the window just in time to see some kid on a skateboard eat it while his board flies out from under him and into his friend, what a hilarious disaster.