  for some odd reason, i don't like my camel lights today. camels, here in japan, are a treat for me. they cost 30yen more than mild sevens, (and though thirty yen isn't much) i like to pretend they're my "special days" brand. like when i'm doing laundry and looking forward to wearing those detergent-fresh, static-clingy clothes. but today, they taste bitter, and the paper doesnt make that crackling sound when i take a drag.
as i ponder possible reasons, i latch onto one i really like: have i gotten used to my ordinary-days, nothing-special-about-it mild seven extra lights with 3mg of tar and 0.3mg of nicotine? in a land i love, but have yet to fit in (where cigarettes are "tabako," fish fillets have wasabi sauce, a socket is called a "consent," and PC keyboards confuse the hell out of me) finding something to call my own is most comforting. 
