Is this really as good as it gets?
I asked myself this as I sat on the lawn chair in front of my home, after a day of work. The day was over now, and I had three days off coming up.
Languidly, I sipped the beer I just opened. Shards of ice hit my tongue as I drank.
I took a deep pull on the cigarette I had in my left hand.
From behind the building across the way from mine, the sun slowly started rising, painting the sky in red and gold.
Yes, I smiled, it truly is.