Walking out of the cafe with blank pages in my moleskine, I admitted defeat as I lit a cigarette. Once you find something that works for you and you get into a routine the ideas will soon begin to stop coming. Looking up I saw a somewhat over weight man in Green Bay Packers memorabilia just as he sees me and gets this look on his face like he had just found the last piece of cake in the ice box.
"AAH YOU LIKE TO SMOKE"
"What?"
"SMOKE"
"What about it?"
"YOU GOT AN EXTRA SMOKE?"
"Oh, yeah no problem."
I hand this odd man a cigarette without hesitating, and expecting nothing in return. Whenever anyone asks me to bum a cigarette I always give them one, always expecting nothing back from them. I do this so that if I ever need to ask a stranger to help me get my fix I do not feel guilty when doing so. I do not believe in karma, just like I do not believe in a God, but I do believe that what comes around God damned goes around.
"AH thanks man, here let me give you a couple books of matches."
"Nah that's fine, don't worry about it."
"No no, I've got a ton of them. Here."
"Thanks."