I do my part for urban decay and flick my ashes on the gravel. Your car is broken down. And now I see that he was right. It feels very appropriate to be smoking during a crisis. I could be on the evening news tonight, smoking next to my flat tire, and thousands of people would recognize me as someone in grave circumstances.
Hard times bring out strange instincts in people.
Later we learned that my car had actually been towed and laughed our asses off about the coffee thing, but at the time it was a great comfort to know a steaming beverage was on the way. Milton gestures at the air compressor. He pulls out his Marlboros and runs his thumb over the bar code. I send them in. Usually, I smoke a pack a day.