I remember smoking with this kid Alex. After smoking weed he always wanted a cigarette. I once got him to sell me his soul for 50 cents, so he could buy a lucy (loose cigarette). I made him write out "I Alexander sell my soul for fifty cents for a lucy, and turn my back on God." I should have kept the paper he signed, but I thought it might be bad luck, so I threw it in the garbage. Those Cigarettes must be like heroin.