At the Parade Mall, a guy sucks on a cigarette and blows smoke away from my door when I pull up. He asks me how long until I leave. I say he can finish his cig.
He puffs away, the cherry burning to the pitted filter. The tobacco is realer than the staticky e-vapers that people still huff despite the link to nose cancer. He stomps out his butt, hikes up h…