I was walking down Duquesne Ave in Culver City yesterday heading to lunch, and a cigarette butt on the ground caught my attention.
I would have liked to have met the woman who had this smoke. Sometimes you can get the entire story in just a cigarette butt.
And on a different note, I find it bizarre that her lipstick didn't adhere to those weird, decorative, gold flecks on the filter.
