The first cigarette of the day is just mind-blowingly good. That moment of anticipation before the flick of the lighter, the taste and feel of that first drag as you pull the smoke into your mouth and down into your lungs. The nicotine hitting, the dopamine releasing. That chemical reflex, so to speak. The smoke fills the room with a faint haze and the smell of burning tobacco mixes with the aroma of hot coffee and that means Morning.

In other words, I just lit up and damn, is it ever good.

Here is a picture.