Thinking

I always think a lot when I smoke outside. I know I must drift off, because I often feel myself snap out of it. Something happened last night outside the pub, which has happened quite a few times in my life. A car pulled up next to me, someone shouted out of the window, and then they drove off laughing. It always gives me a terrible shock. I suppose they are just having some harmless fun, but I don't know what enjoyment they could possibly get from it.