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Smoking and I are not speaking to each other for a while.


UPDATE: Smoking came by last night, banging on the outside door, drunk as usual.

"Go home," I mumble. "We'll talk about this later."

"Lemme in! Goddammit! I want my book back!"

Smoking could only have been referring to my Infinite Jest softspine. "Excuse me, I paid for that. You were just there to help pick it out."

"Gimme book, bastard!"


...Smoking can be a real bitch sometimes...