"Ahh, comfort at last"
The smoke fills my lungs immediately and I get that rush most smokers get when they haven't smoked in a long time. The mere fact that the smoke is giving me a pleasant high indicates the beginning of the healing process. Regeneration is anything short of pleasan....Fuck!!! Now he's taunting me by throwing bricks off the top floor around the trash I am comfortably resting in. All I need is another ten minutes to get back to full health and its back to business as usual. I can now hold the cigarette with the firm grip I started the day out with. I once read that smoking doesn't promote proper skin grafting and that it can cause abnormalities. I am guessing doctors haven't seen what I can do and in some ways I pray they never do.
He's screaming again. Something about taking care of the flock and how I was never good at it. The cigarette is done and I am back on my feet. I open the front door of the building and walk in. Fifteen flights of stairs to climb and a repeat of everything that has just happened. The autumn breeze blows on my back and gives me a slight chill because the jacket I was wearing is now torn all over.
Killing your father is never easy.
Taken from The Chronicles of J.Belmonte - Book Four
Music while writing this blog - Things I've Done - Linkin' Park
Mood - Friday Blues
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