After leaving the swimming pool Roy saunters whistling into a grocery store to buy a packet of cigarettes, a habit he’s all but abandoned in Bridgeport due to Sonia’s ban on smoking within a 2 mile radius of the marital home, but he feels like a cigarette today, partly to celebrate Claudia agreeing to go on a date with him, partly because something about being around his parents has awakened his inner teen rebel. As he approaches the counter his eye is caught by a rack of magazines, and his mood is extinguished like a cigarette under a steel-capped boot. Alex Dumbfuck Douchenozzle Dunlop is on the cover of Time, the caption under his smug, pasty, anaemic face reading: ‘THE ART WORLD’S WHITE KNIGHT’.
Cashier: Excuse me?
Roy: I’m sorry. I just ...fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. May I have a packet of Pall Mall Lights?
Cashier: Did you ever think about quitting? Because even though you might think cigarettes are helping your stress, they’re really actually contributing to it.
Roy: JUST GIVE ME MY GODDAMN CIGARETTES!
Cashier: You know what? You can go to hell. And get the fuck out of my store before I call the police. Arsehole.
Lake Syoji in the summer by peaceful-jp-scenery (busy) Via Flickr: 精進湖の夏 (Mt.Fuji)
In the morning, the wind is a little and the view of Mt.Fuji is good.
The front buoy is used for canoe sprint race.
Lake Syoji, Yamanashi Pref, Japan