POV: Larry Johnson
I sit outside of Addison Apartments, smoking a cigarette. It's a cold and rainy day. I'm wearing a raincoat that makes me look like a dumb ass, but I'd rather stupid and dry than be soaked and look even stupider... anywho! My cigarette is almost out.. what a shame.. good thing I brought the whole pack with me! I fiddle around in my pockets for the pack of cigars... aha! Found em! Yay! I inhale the last bit of smoke from my previous cigarette and throw it on the ground, stomping the bud out. Momma would kill me right here right now if she saw me smoking. She said if she catches me smoking again, she will beat my ass. It's not even THAT bad though. I could be doing wayyy worse.. like robbing a bank... that doesn't even make any sense.. what am I talking about! Whatever. I think to myself as I grab a cigarette and light it. I begin to inhale the smoke. It's very relaxing. I love how the smoke feels in my lungs, and how it looks swirling around in the wind. I don't think anything could compare to this relaxing feeling..