I like it when people walk by. I’m smoking a cigarette on the edge of the city, condos one way, cow shit the other. I’m usually here between one and four in the morning, not nine and midnight. People are walking by, and I like it.
I often smoke here, but no one would know it. I smoke my smokes and rarely hang around. I pick up my butts. I pick up other people’s trash. I linger. I’m not used to people walking by, but I like it.