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crash the cemetery gates - o, smoking - rushy - 09-08-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Gabriel had started smoking around the time his older brother had fucked off and died the first time. Cancer, if he remembered correctly. How ironic that smoking had been the coping mechanism he'd fallen into. This was a bad habit. But the ever self-hating and self-destructive narcissist loved getting high. It had become less of an escape for him and more just a routine of his day to day life. It was hard to find an evening where Gabriel hadn't been jaded out of his mind.
He sat beneath a tree, watching the sunlight fractals skate to and fro across the ground as the leaves above his head rustled in the mute breezes. Every half-minute or so, his vision would be slightly obscured by his own lazy exhalation of smoke. If this was some party or social event, he might be trying to do some tricks, but at the moment Gabriel was just smoking for the sake of getting high- not trying to impress anyone with his tongue dexterity. Plus, those had been harder to do since he'd lost half of his face, including an entire cheek.
Gabriel sighed gently, taking a heavy drag off of the blunt caught between his teeth and holding it for a long moment before finally letting it seep from his jaws as his eyes fell shut. These days, getting high didn't feel like anything more than becoming calm. And while Gabriel was well aware that was a sign that he was in way too deep, there was almost no reason he could find to stop.