you’re an instant celebrity, everybody wants to take pictures with/of you, randos dapping you up on the street, some guy I’ve never met just paid for our meal at Peppermill. And you get to soft-launch the feeling of being newlyweds.
I “quit smoking” but i love to treat myself to a 75 cent Newport from the corner store on myrtle/broadway whenever somethings really good or really bad happens. smoke a cig you deserve it
