I'm Buzzing

It's surging molten sludge. I'm describing my first in&exhale of cigarette smoke, my first volume (100-120ml), and its invigorating yet dizzying effect. Walking out of Walgreens with my $6 purchase of Marlboro 100s and a Bic lighter, I was approached by a sagging teenager, asked for some help getting some food in me, sir? Sorry, man, no cash. I lit up then and there, the yellowing filter matching the soul it's saving.

So begins the molten, sludgy experiment on my own body and soul (I equate the mind and soul), an experiment that takes place in a compressed chamber with alien air pumped through vents high along the ceiling. My throat burns when I pull, but the nicotine affects me instantly and I swoon a bit, drugged. Like sex, I can't find a consistent craving for it, but love it during the fact, so I'm still wondering whether this test of will is really going to happen.