He lifted his pack of Kent lights up to his mouth to gently pull one out with his teeth.

I was looking up grabbing and reaching for the pack as he made swooping motions

with his arms to keep them away. He lit the tip and took large puffs on the end.

Looking from underneath, the long white cylinder would cool then heat and repeat in

a hypnotic rhythm. I reached again and again. I got moved to the other side where I

couldn't reach. I continued to watch the inhale and exhale, as he spoke to the others

around the table. I finally got a hold of it, then it was snatched out of my hand. "You

really want to taste this? Go ahead!" I inhaled like I had watched him do so many times. It burned...