While I was on holiday I got some African braids and when I undid them I got this beautiful, spectacular curly hair that everyone, absolutely everyone loved and admired. I have to admit, it suits me, it gives me a different vibe and attitude as you can see in this smoking video. I'm relaxed, I had more than a week to tan and peace out, and I'm really enjoying my cigarette. There's a light behind me and it's giving me a sort of a halo, like a smoking naughty saint, ex-angel. I'm smoking a Marlboro, and while I smoke it I think that I'd like to remember every cigarette I smoked in this life, individually. But wait, that's why I'm filming them, I'm a weirdo that hoards experiences, moments, fractions from reality, tiny and shiny like broken glass. The smoke gets in my lungs fills them and curls there, inside of me like a snake. I exhale it, through the nose and mouth only to make room for more, to taste it again, to feel it penetrating my throat with its unique flavor, unique harshness.