I took this photo and thought I’d write a story about it and that was already weeks and weeks ago. The story didn’t come out then, but I guess it will now. Once upon a time, the price of cigarettes was a lot less. I’m not saying anyone should smoke or start smoking, let me clear that up. But there was a time when everything was analog: photography, music, mail, shopping (?),   and cigarettes. When I was in college there was a summer where my life consisted of days that would reach 95 degrees with lots of humidity, waiting tables at a steakhouse, driving a ’90 Nissan with no air conditioning, and smoking exactly one and half Marlboro Lights per day. Everyone in college smoked, you see. I mean this was the South in the 90’s. But no one smoked in their apartments and it was absolutely forbidden in the dorms.   Lucky for me, I lived in an apartment and my roommate would be gone all summer. All of her shit was packed in her room, still in boxes, as we had moved all her stuff over...