I love the smell of stale cigarettes. Let me clarify.

When I go to a particular friend's house, he smokes cigarettes he rolls himself. It's very badass. He usually smokes outside which is fine, we go out and sit on his porch. It's a place and release I don't really get anywhere else. I don't see him often, but when I do we just hang, sit around, shoot the shit. Lately he's simply catching me up on everything that's happened in the last 3-4 months it's been since we've seen each other. Yes, one of those. I consider him my best friend, but sometimes, mainly because i'm a horrible friend, we don't see each other too often, but when we do, it's like nothing's ever happened etc etc all that happy crap. But instead, things have changed, just not between us.

Anyway, He smokes pot in his room in various forms, lights incense, sometimes smokes in the house if it's cold. Either way, we end up in his room for hours, and when I go home, I wake up the next morning usually in the same clothes, (minus a shirt or something) and smell that beautiful scent. The smell not of freshly smoked cigarettes, but stale ones. It reminds me of my grandmother's on my dad's side when i was younger and she was alive, and it reminds me of friend's houses. His place, and one or two others where they will smoke.

I'm wearing the same pants I did yesterday. They smell like it. It's got a quality around it. I'm not sure what it is. But I enjoy it. I don't think I'll ever smoke, who knows though. But that smell is quite something.

Where is Monday.