I pack them thoroughly in my palm, then tear off the Cellophane's sleeve. And who do I see? As I'm walking back home, an old friend fresh out of jail stand around on a corner, all alone. I said, hey, what are you in for? He scoffed and said, Petty theft. I said, you got an extra cigarette? He said, I'm sorry. I only got one left. Only 20 come in a pack. Word