Late one night you woke up to rustling in your boyfriend’s bed. When you looked up, it was Kaiser standing up and grabbing his lighter and pack of cigarettes,

“I’ll be back, just going for a smoke.”

The room was pretty bright because of the billboard that always shined through the window across the street.

Poor little Kaiser, maybe if it were dark his insomnia medication would help better, then he’d be able to quit smoking.