... 20 cigarettes to spare. Since I just have one, I doubt I can write much. And it's a pity, because I think I would be inspired.
Inspiration, that bitch. Inspiration, inspiration can't take you here with me, even if I imagine you and I touch my skin, it's not you.
and life goes on like that, and you'd better not ask cause you run the risk of thinking too many conclusions, and ending up alone at night with no tobacco to inspire.