*Brody*
I was on the patio, leaning against the iron railing gazing at the dark sky, and for the first time since I was such a reckless asshole, I did something I swore I would never do again; I lit a cigarette. The smell reminded me of when I was a teenager. Michael, Emery, his twin sister Emma, and I stole a pack of Marlboro Reds from some careless passerby on a school trip. It was our biggest failed mission to date because not only did it end with me getting caught by my older brother, but it also taught me a lesson; it ended with me getting poisoned and throwing up all day when he forced me to smoke all of the cigarettes one by one. I still remember the disgusting taste of ash, the sting in my lungs, and the gag reflex as the smoke went too strong and went down my throat. That day,
