VFW Vision

I was driving by the VFW hall the other night and had to yield to an emergency vehicle that turned into the parking lot. I pictured some old sapphire with a Marlboro 100 hanging impossibly from her lower lip with an ash easily an inch and a half long. She was thumping some guy who was laid out on the dance floor on the chest while saying, Bobby Ray, Don't you do this to me! Don't you DARE die on me, you hear me Bobby Ray?"

The ash never fell off that cigarette.