Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hookah, Smoke, Lounge

The secret isn't in how you breathe in the smoke, it's in how you let it out. Too fast and you don't get that high. Too slow and you start to choke, forgetting the reason you started this. Your eyes water from the scents in the air, the tobacco that hangs heavy on your tongue, the liquid that soothes your throat even if it's just vapors of water in the air, the cologne and perfume of people trying to lose themselves in this lounge. Wreathes of smoke circle people, streams exhaled noisily by business men, wisps gently puffed out by classier broads and the hacking chuckles of boys and girls barely old enough to be here.

He isn't the kind of guy you want to talk to and she isn't the type of girl you buy a drink for. But right here, right now, they're all you get and just for tonight, they're giving you a chance to move on and play pretend. It doesn't matter if you'll forget it in the morning, as long as you can make it through the next six hours just fine. Breathe in and out slowly.

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