This was the highlight.
Relaxing here, puffing on a stick of cigarette. Watching the city buzz around me. The stars twinkling above.
It's peace.
It's not really like I forget about my health conditions. I've been told not to smoke, but who cares I'm dying anyway, so why bother?
Restraining from getting high, the bliss of clearing my mind from shits of the day. Like the Asian venue problems, the tough conversation scheduled with Claire about choosing a wife, the discussion that will soon happen with Edward, cause he always does that after every board meeting.
He would go around the company, ask
about things, speak to some of the employees and meet me here to talk about some things discussed in the board meeting and some things he noticed during his own wanderings.
I'm not often inclined to listen to him, most times before he gets here, I'm already as high as fuck, but I take note of his words because in this game, he had experience. Not that I ever acknowledge that to him.
