Smoke: Stepping Between The Cracks

I think it's a hangover from my student days when I frequently found myself waking up with a swine behind the eyes, a dry, raw mouth and stinking breath, an overflowing ashtray next to my nose and the full fury of a 7am African sun beating a path to my brain through the fog that clouded my aching eyelids. I never had curtains as a student.

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