Smoking cigarettes on a roof in the middle of winter

created by knarph
(idea) by knarph (2.7 y) (print)   (I like it!) 1 C! Fri Dec 24 1999 at 11:55:46
It's quiet, it's cold, it's a great place to gather my thoughts. My own personal temple as it were. I can be found most nights on a roof somewhere. Be it work, home, or just a randomly selected rooftop downtown. The higher the better, it really puts things into perspective when everything is so far below. It helps put my thoughts far below me and lets me focus on whatever I deem important at the time. And the anwser to my question is not too far off. The only thing I find that helps me focus better then this is a nice roaring fire. But that is kind of hard to have all the time. There are always rooftops.
(person) by junkpile (3 y) (print)   (I like it!) 1 C! Wed Jul 26 2000 at 2:00:55
It must have been January because it was still Christmas break, we had to lie our way onto the closed campus, "we're just checking our mail." Hide the car behind the library and walk back the long way to the dorm. His side of the roof was the side away from the parking lot and toward the woods. Security would not see us. We sat on the slant with our feet in the eavestrough and smoked and were shocked by the snow, like we are always shocked every few years when it happens, a surprise every time.

Do you want to go to that damn fucking gallery opening with me, he wanted to know. I said I did not want to go at all, but I would go, since he had to. We were quiet then. His smoke was white from the moon, the snow was white from the moon. He pulled off a rotten shingle and threw it like a sorry flappy frisbee. I told him Quit it but he said he only had to throw one of them, he was done. He said you are the best girl I never slept with, and he was right.
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