Coffee and Cigarettes. how original.

The atmosphere was similar but just as dissimilar with familiar surroundings and an unfamiliar amount of smoke hanging low in my vision. My shirt hangs loosely upon my body from squirming within it for the length of the car ride. The coffee pressed up against my palm is fresher than the cigarette held in the same hand, but both are very rewarding at this lonesome hour. Late nights turn into late mornings which for me mean late afternoons.