Basement Boys II

It is always boys in basements.

Boys forsaken enough to reside in a room without windows.

Boys with enough freedom to claim the only noiseless room in the house, the only place away from parental eyes.

Boys draw me into their basements, and I never quite emerge the same. Living in a room without windows is unhealthy.

But then again, so is smoking cigarettes. And it was always boys with cigarettes.

My two weaknesses:

1. Basements

2. Cigarettes

And when combined, I am powerless.