Caffeine! The first vice to go. I miss coffee so much: dark, rich, Brazilian blends. I don’t miss heart palpitations or sour stomach, but the thought of coffee – the first cup of it each morning.

One last smoke, before I go in. They want me to quit this too, but, dagnabbit! It’s all I’ve got left.

Stubbing out the cigarette, Jim grabbed his water bottle and popped a blue before climbing out of his ancient car. Running his hand through thinning hair he climbed the steps and opened the door and was greeted by Jessica.

What’s your pleasure tonight, sir?
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Sometimes the story takes a different twist. This is take two for the 100 Word prompt Pleasure. I’m not sure which I like best.