If you’re like me you enjoy smashing cigarette butts into an over crowded ashtray behind the local fish monger. It’s where I take my lunch breaks and whilst wolfing down left over pickled onion and cheddar sandwhiches I enjoy an old shoe full of this stuff. My nose becomes sexually frustrated as the medicinal sea scape takes a seat and rests its hands a little too close to my nasal cavity, it distracts me from me from my other friends, smoked mackerel and peppercorn. I don’t mind though, she knows how to treat me right and I do my best to say hello to the old pals. Eventually she takes me away to a dingy hotel in Blackpool and plays Tears for Fears through tinny speakers. Peppercorn pops by and helps massage me into rolling meadows of pears and bandaids. A little wood oil and barrel bite never hurt anyone, especially when thin honey is there to soothe the welcomed stings. I lay there on the grassy hill and enjoy the finish of salted chocolate and medicinal ocean spray kisses me one last time. I pick myself up from a pile of wooden pallets and light one last ciggy before trodding off back to the office to finish sorting through customers tax returns. Life is bliss with this in my glass.
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