A Cigarette Saved My Life

I was a janitor working at the local college and my life was fairly well and felt pretty awesome. I had everything I could dream of, loving friends and family, a full life albeit holsome.

One day at work a beam broke loose from the rafters above and landed on my head. I blacked out and when I came to, I was sleeping in someone else's bed. I couldn't remember my own name. I was asking "who am I" and the people around me all acted so strange. I began to cry.

When I walked down the street, the buildings looked like square faces, the trees and bushes took on new shapes, like dogs and cats, dragons and shoes without laces. It didn't feel all good, but I felt the world around me. I was scared and confused, I felt lost and lonely.

I said to myself, the world is falling apart and I don't know what to believe. So, I lit up a cigarette and the shape of a tree looked like a tree again to me. The buildings turned back into buildings, but I was still stressed out. So, I lit up another cigarette and continued to look about. Now, the world seems more peaceful without anything to regret. They say that tobacco is bad for you but but I must disagree about that. An ode to the cigarette.