Yet again

Every ashtray tells a different story. Some tell the adventures of a group of friends, discussing their latest achievments or simply unwinding after a long and tiring week. Some recite the poetry of the lonely thinker, plotting away while the cigarette smoke twirls through the air, forming a neverending pattern in the mind of our hero. But only one will tell you the tale of the boy (should I say young man) with no heart, just waiting for the smoke to fill his lungs and suffocate his pain away...