He leaned back, his eyes clouded over as he thought about the past month. He'd been dumped, his job had ended, he'd been kicked out of school, he'd gotten a tattoo, and he'd met a girl. It wasn't the best month he'd had, but it was decent enough to not hate all of it. He smiled as he thought of how pissed he'd been at being dumped. Not like he hadn't seen it coming, he just wished it would hurt less.
He dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of Newports and his lighter. He carefully removed one of three remaining smokes, the body all bent and twisted yet still unbroken. He grinned, knowing that he was killing himself slowly by doing this, and placed it between his lips, opening and igniting the Zippo with practiced ease and a flick of his wrist. He inhaled deeply and opened his mouth, letting the smoke drift out slowly while it created patterns as it curled and wound its way to the ceiling. He grabbed the small pad and pen on the table next to him and made a small list for the next venture out to the store, Newports and lighter fluid on the top of the list.