The corner store in my neighborhood sells loose cigarettes, three for a dollar. This situation is perfect for homeless people, degenerates, drug addicts and apparently, me.
The feeling of scrounging frantically in the bottom of my bag for a quarter to add to the pile of change clutched in my sweaty palm so that I may purchase three single Camel Lights is indescribable.
Once again, I'll take one for the team.
1 comment:
I can't let you take this one alone, Megs.
Also, getting "dinner" from Tim's is trashy or not?
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