I want to buy a six pack of beer and a pack of smokes.

But my time, my health, my wife, and my bank account all argue with me.

And the stick-man on the back of the SUV is a non-smoker.

From the stroke of the match to crushing out the butt, I think about my good friend who sold me life insurance, and whether I should keep this a secret from him. The stick man on the back of the SUV is an honest man.

The stick man on the back of the SUV blinks and I open my eyes and realize I'm still sitting in the car. The light is green and so I drive away.