It's a beautiful day, but the smog's back.

I'm leaning up against my car in the driveway, smoking my last cigarette until I start smoking again.

The dysfunctional family across the street are yelling again. Their kids have their training wheels on, riding up and down the sidewalk.

I just talked to the love of my life, and she's waiting for me to quit smoking. I'm smoking a cigarette, and wondering what this life is all about. I throw my butt into the street for the street sweepers, and go inside. My roommate says the world is turning fast. I couldn't agree more.

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