>He exhaled, a cloud of smoke blocked the sky from his vision like the heavens themselves were tired of his talk.
>"Fuck em all" he said. Brian turned his head slightly and started looking at him from out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck the moon. Fuck the sky and the stars and the planets and the comets." He took another drag. The smoke filling his lungs was one of the few things that still gave him pleasure. It was like being fucked in the airways by a gentle lover. "Those things are no good for you," Brian told him. "And I'm no good for you, so let's drop it," he replied.