Smokin' in the Storm

There's a storm in town - a typhoon and a relatively big one.


So work gets called off in my company and I wake up not knowing what to do. Having a free day off from work means that I need to work twice as hard when we get back in. Joy.

I get out of bed and then I stretch a little. Feeling the itch in my lungs, I fish for my pack of cigs in my jacket and I step out into the veranda, where the torrent of the rains and winds just won't stop.

I, careful not to use up my wishstick, take one stick and light it with my blue flame torch lighter.

After drinking in the chaos that surrounds me, I take one deep puff and settle in the garden chair.


Sane?

Maybe not.


Sexy?


Oh yeah.