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as he lights an American Spirit, he asks how i can smoke such shit. i say: “there's nothing like chain-smoking GPC cigarettes, because any smokes will kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.“ i sit back down on the parking lot curb, and remember back to february and the trip to hartford. when five minutes ago he was passed out on the staircase, trying to walk to his apartment but not making it all the way. and now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate, another b
