The sounds of Mr Eazy’s Skintight filled the small overcrowded room. The smell of shisha, sweat and overpriced perfumes permeated the air prompting one to either inhale through their mouths or pinch their noses.
Nights at Lotus were like reunions. Music. Cliques. Noise. The odds of running into someone you went to school with home or abroad were about 7 to 1. Read More
I took a long drag of the cigarette in my slender hands and exhaled. The best part of smoking by the ocean was the view. Tiny ships dotted the horizon like sitting ducks in a pond. Whether they were going or coming I couldn’t tell.
The downside of smoking by the ocean, your cigarette burned out faster than Kelly Hansome’s music career. I yelped in pain, tossing the cigarette butt into the ocean and raising my finger to my mouth to soothe the burn.