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Smmmokin’

manongroundCarver woke up with his nose crunched down on the cold damp sidewalk. He turned his head, and pried open his swollen, blood-crusted eyes that tried to focus on the partially dissolved cigar next to his face. It never did come into view very well. As he began to tense his body, hoping he had the strength to get up, he felt a stream of hot, wet liquid splashing onto the back of his head, stinging the many cuts and abrasions on his face that he didn’t know he had until now. Each one stinging sharply, and the waft of a putrid stench began filling his nose. Someone was pissing on his head, he realized. He threw his hands beneath him, to thrust his body upwards in one herculean push-up, but just as quickly, the sound of metal cracking on bone reverberated in his head, followed by a ferocious pain that almost made him vomit, and the force of a large booted foot came down on his head and squashed his nose back into the sidewalk like a bug, breaking it with a loud crunch. The taste of blood seeped into his mouth, and he coughed a bit before he could angle his head into a position where he could catch steady breaths, gasping through his mouth.

Just as suddenly, he heard the footsteps of the booted man walking off into the distance. Carver pried his eyes open once more, and tilted his head forward. There he saw a pair of sexy 5-inch black and white leather heels, arranged just above his head, topped with long slender creamy legs that seemed to go on forever. He didn’t have the strength to look up any farther before a pack of smokes and a book of slightly used matches were tossed in front of him. Then, those shiny heels and sexy legs clicked away out of view.

He placed his hands beneath him, and he curled his legs to the side. He sat up and recognized that he was right below the front steps of his motel room. He tapped his pocket to see if he still had his wallet, and it was there. He opened it to find everything in place, including $400 in cash.

Carver snorted in a repulsive mess of piss, mucus and blood, attempting to breathe from his cracked nose, but that didn’t work. He reached over for the cigarettes and match book, and slid a cigarette into his mouth, sitting up a little straighter, dragging himself onto the steps. He examined the matchbook—it was from a local night club that he had visited before. Then, remembered those shoes, and the legs that went on forever. He remembers asking this exotic Brazilian lady for a smoke, and her eyes fluttering at him through her sultry smile. He tried to remember more, but the memories came up fuzzy, like bad reception on a stormy day.

Carver flicked open the matchbook, and saw black letters inscribed that read, “Smoking can be hazardous to your health.” A smirk inched across his face as he lifted his brutalized body inside to his apartment. “Not nearly as hazardous as beautiful women,” he thought to himself.

 

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