At least the night was good

I got drunk, got high, had a talk, and passed out. I woke up tipsy. I don’t get hangovers. Paid rent. Went for a run. I realised something. If it weren’t for my lungs I could probably run for a mile. My lungs kill me before my legs even start getting fatigued. I would say “I need to work on that” but I’m not willing to stop smoking