So, life out here is pleasant. fast cars, tall buildings, hungry humans. I stare at downtown la every night from my apartment, with a 27 in hand. It only seems appropriate. I’m sure my lungs have had it with me these past few months. I mean, the convenience of having a cigarette without having to step outside is killing me and my wallet, amongst other things. Rent, food, clothes, car things, etc etc etc. But I try to live comfortably, so I bought a new ash tray.