Me:
Doing cigarettes?

Bro:
Yeah bro, that makes you cool & drippy!
It’s like, the smoke shapes your aura.
Grey & mysterious. Girls love that.

Me:
Haha, are you serious?

Bro:
Bro wade through the river of non-smokers.
They’re dry. Dull.
Sipping smoothies in silence.
None of the women from this generation
like non-smokers, you know?
We are born to attract em !
Follow the trend !

Me:
Bro, but listen to me—
Bro but ..
I don't follow the trend
I make my own   and..

Bro:
Nah, you listen!
This is your age!
This age is never gonna return.
We're never gonna hang out like this again, dude.
Look around…
The chiya is hot, the sky is pink,
& your lungs? Empty—
what a waste.

Me:
Broooo…

Bro:
Smoking & tea is the only ecstasy!!
The puff is the prophet
the cigarette—our staff of rebellion!

Me:
Bro, but I wanna do drugs.

Bro: (pauses)
What?

Me:
Yeah, seriously. A whole lotta drugs.
Not just smoke—
I want the sun to melt.
I want me and my shadow to be 5th dimensional.
I wanna get crazy !
I want my soul to tap dance on Saturn.

Bro:
Dude… what?

Me:
I’m tired of these mild rebellions.
You’re out here glorifying smoke
like it’s a divine sacrament.
But I want the real f~ckin chaos.
Jim Morrison, Osborne Ozzy ,  
All these ****** Rock stars

I want to argue with gravity.
Argue with non-humans!
Gods

Bro: (stunned)
…You okay, bro?

Me:
I think I’m becoming art.