Kotaku | 19.05.2026 19:00
I’ve recently taken up having a drunken cigarette every now and then. And before you say anything, I know it’s bad for me! Despite what it sounds like, the move is hardly recreational. It’s more a twisted form of therapy, one that works best (or worst) when compounded with the poison already coursing through my veins by the time I’ve lit up. To me, the cigarette is a crude implement, but it’s my chosen weapon these days for beating back the dread. I embrace the nicotine wave, allowing it to crash over and soothe me, prolonging the vibe of my buzz after a hearty night out and keeping me warm. It’s not a healthy tactic, but it’s about all I’ve got.
