Mikes "Lights"

c:Hey Mike, whats all this smoke in your room. Have you been smoking all this while.
Why dont you open the freaking windows.

m:Stop ceedy, dont. She will vanish. Close the door quick.

c:(with a puzzled look on his face)Vanish, who, where, WHAAAAT?
I cant stand here dude - here is your carton of marlboro lights

m:Ohhh thanks man, how was your India trip.

c:It was great as usual, but it seems you are in some sort of a mess. Wheres Tracy?

m:She is the one who will vanish again.

c:(now i always thought mike was cookie but did not expect him to turn delirious in a matter of two weeks) Dude did she finally leave you for good!!!!

m:Yes man, she did physically but her smoky ghost is all over my room (smiling). Every time I take a ciggy puff, my mind gets Light, I breath her presence in me. She travels the annals of my mind, touches every vein and purifies it, my eyes start to twinkle, the lips are wrapped around her. Then I let her out, slowly, I see her apparition, those penetrating eyes, the cute face, that sultry figure, the silken hair, her inviting arms.....(he kept on going)

c:Dude yes but why all the smoke - you let her out of your system, why not out of the room (I could not beleive that I was actually agreeing to his whole story and giving him suggestions)

m:No man, I cant let her go so easily, the smoke forms her visions, she dissapears and reappears in different forms. I am wrapped by her presence. I miss her physically but will not let her leave this room.

c:Ok, I am tired, will talk to you later.
(Later lying on my bed I kicked myself - had I got Mike 400 sticks of pain or pleasure - or to be more precise almost 4500 forms of Tracy's Ghost)