"And what is th-that then? Wh-what are w-we? I c-can t-tell y-y-you that-t. We're just a b-bun-nch of broke kids, a b-bunch of-f artists w-ith no future. I'll smoke if I want to." His stutter was back again, and she watched him light his cigarette hungrily, giving up the fight.
Neil josten "What are you doing?" "What's it look like? Smoking. If you don't like it, then leave." "I didn't say I didn't like it." "Why are you here, then?" "Why are you here?" "Obviously, to get away from everyone." "Right now, that's the one thing we have in common."