I'm over twenty-five. The place needed cleaning up. I put the dishes in the washer and the clothes in the machine, then cracked open a window to try and get rid of the smell of dead cigarettes. Then I sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Prehistoric kicks .
Life is easy, life is simple.
Get rid of the girl or get rid of the guy. Life will be simple. Enough of that. I made a cup of coffee, took one mouthful then washed the rest down the sink. I stubbed out my cigarette half-way through, then lit another twenty seconds later.