Off and on I stare into the camera as I am taking my drags. No talking. No reason to. Just for you to sit and watch, absorb the entire view. Close ups of my draws and blowing out the smoke. You love it. With every breath in and out of the smoke, the way it smells, tastes, as of you're actually there. Waiting to be my ashtray, to put my butt out on your tongue.