I am walking home, on a very busy day, where cars are stopped on the street. I decide to pull out a cigarette, light it, and smoke it. I love a good cigarette break. I don’t care who is watching! I am between a strip of stores, and a car dealership.
I inhale deeply, and allow the wind to carry to smoke off somewhere. It is windy, and my smoke is blowing everywhere. I even exhale it at you.
I take long drags, blowing the smoke up into the air, as cars pass me from both directions.
I get closer to you, and exhale the smoke onto you.
I look down at you, and blow the smoke downwards. I finish smoking the cigarette–rubbing the cigarette in the concrete to put it out.