The taste of Marlboro Lights takes me straight back to school, even to the clump of trees behind the football pitch where we used to smoke them. Embassy Number Ones remind me of college, while Berkeley Menthol reminds me of the gap in between, where a few of us thought that smoking menthol was cool, based purely on a line from the Clash's "Stay Free".
That's it, I'm afraid. Nothing transcendental, nothing poignant. Just fags.
That's it, I'm afraid. Nothing transcendental, nothing poignant. Just fags.
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