Going Home to Home

                I love the smell of cigarettes and cheap beer. It has become my home.

         I smoke not because I’m addicted to the act of smoking-of needing a drag, but because I’m addicted to the smell after the fact, the people, the game. I hate smokers, I hate smoke: what it does to my body and what it does to everyone else. I hate the deep body convulsing cough that accompanies any chain smoker. However, there is still something that makes me need to smoke.
         I drink beer but not because I like the taste. I actually despise most beer-especially cheap beer. It has become routine to buy cheap beer. It’s the kind we get; it comes with the game. My preference:  something sharp, strong, straight: expensive. Even if I could afford the change, I don’t think I would.
         Home is home, even if you don’t want it to be.