If I remember correctly (and who can remember anything anymore) I smoked my first cigarette on the lawn of a church down the street from the school gym, after escaping the insufferable first dance of 9th grade, when I decided that school dances were lame and I’d rather be doing cool shit.… more
Tag Archives: Smoking
Clove Cigarettes Are the Fountain of Youth (If they Don’t Kill You First)
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Mary Senter
The Retired Fireman’s Helmet
FICTION by Ellen SantasieroThe retired fireman doesn’t know the helmet smokes. It was easy to hide when they were working, because well, what fireman’s helmet doesn’t smell like smoke? The cat knows though, the ball buster.… more
