I sat there in the cafe, a lit cigarette dangling from my lips like
morning dew about to fall from a leaf, waiting. Smoking always
calmed my nerves but not tonight. Tonight would not be easy and
the ritualistic sacrifice of my lungs would avail me no comfort.
The poisonous breath I inhaled, held, and blew into the night served
only to remind what was to come: pain and a lot of it.