Book Two: I – Page 2

The Big Smoke

The urban vibe changes things, I think.

It was just for me, that one. You and I both knew it.

“Mawmouth? What the heck does that mean?”

For some reason I was born to be free, and I give others the same.

Because I was a little tipsy from the wine, I turned my head to her face, liking her smell, and she kissed me on my mouth.

I love smoking, it’s fun and smells a bit like chocolate and campfire.

“What in blazes is going on down there?”

It’s not like you gave me the best start ever.

Now, every time I leave the house I breathe a sigh of relief.

I’ve noticed that life seems to be full of unpleasant but necessary things.