I only have two matches and three cigarettes left until I'm out. Not just out of an addiction, but no - I mean I am out of here. The air is dense with water vapor and heat, the atmosphere soaking up as much of my exhale as it can. That's something I learned in my ecology class. I guess not everything I learned is useless, maybe I'l need to know how to calculate relative humidity after I shred my birth certificate and social security card. Maybe not.
I've been fighting with the future ever since my dad sat me down and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. At six years old with a bowl full of rainbow sorbet mostly dribbling from my little lip, I naturally said an Ice Cream Scooper. A respectable, fun, fattening job.