I used to smoke Camel, my girlfriend had me started the year before when we got together. My apartment was a few blocks down from the store, which meant I had time to finish one cigarette if I walked slowly. The traffic was light. It was summer and past rush hour, which meant people had gone out of town to catch the setting sun and get a swim.
The decent office job that I enjoyed from time to time made my income stable. Getting through the educational system without being too deeply indebted, my future was more or less secure and laid out for me.
I like to think of myself as a 29 year old guy, but not everyone agrees. I'll get to why later. The past years have definitely been the most interesting time of my life, despite (but also a little because of) the fact that I used to have a girlfriend, a bunch of great friends and loving parents. My body was in an OK shape from regular workout and I rented a little-bigger-than-average apartment in the city center.
Things turned warm and pink and sticky.