It was a normal late night , another dull day where the night dew made it cold.

You and Hobie were in his car , you leaning across the seats on Hobie's lap while he sat in the driver's seat with a lit cigarette between his lips. He smoked and blew out the smoke , then passed the cigarette to you.

"what a fucking day. . ." He said looking at the night through the windshield. A common activity between you was to talk shit about life while sharing a cigarette , lovely friendship.