You’ve awoken from the little slice of death that is sleep. Your day starts with a coffee, a cigarette and a substance induced shite. All while you read the news and get caught up on the world.
It never used to be this way but you’re not yourself until you’ve had a smoker’s breakfast. You want another cigarette so you have one. You’ve got no appetite for real food so you start your day.
Throughout the day you puff away until you haven’t any ciggies left. Nothing substantial has entered your mouth and you feel sick. But hey, you’re down 3 kilos and you look better than ever.
You finally get home. You smoke a joint or two to induce an appetite and you gorge to make up for a day’s worth of fasting. You stumble to bed and zonk out, ready to repeat this process again tomorrow.