i love the smoke leaking out of his mouth. i love the way the smoke coils around itself. i love the smoke reentering thru his nostrils. i love the resin on his lips. i love him.
i love that we are in callahan. i love that she is sitting in the smoking tree. i love that this is so typical us. i love that shes wearing the headband she accused me of stealing/losing then she found out a year later her sister stole it. i love her.