About the work

He smoked his first cigarette here, behind the old shop, because his father smoked his first cigarette here. He wanted to understand. Now he smokes because the numbers don’t add up—not for him, not for anyone he knows. The tires are stacked like a problem that can only be solved by adding more problems to the pile. He still has the picture of himself from that first cigarette, the one his father took. He wonders what his father thought, standing there, taking that picture.