“Life’s a bitch,” he told me as he lit up, “then you die.” He took a drag and I looked at him through the smoke. He was my hero: older, cooler, confident. He offered me the cigarette. “You try.”
I inhaled and almost lost my lunch. He laughed. “You’re thirteen now,” he said, “man up.”
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FFF-55 Vol. XXXIII. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.