He often had the impulse to splurge and buy a package of better quality cigarette coupons to try, but he always gave up in the end.
Because life was too hard.
It was absurd how a person could use reason to overcome desire.
He took one out from inside, fetched a matchbox from the drawer, and lit it.
He coughed twice, but he felt terrific!
The sensation this cigarette gave him was so much better than those ten-cent cigarettes or the ones he rolled himself.
He looked up at the pristine white ceiling.
Enio was driving, thinking about many things, and as he approached a red light at the intersection, he stopped his car.
Gazing at the street-side scenery, his mind drifted to a distant place.
He now had money; following Lance for a short while had already earned him a few hundred dollars; making money was too easy.
He was somewhat perplexed; perhaps this was a phase everyone had to go through.