I am walking along in the park and want to smoke a cigarette. But where are you again Why are you not here and serve me as an ashtray loser? Well, at least there was a pitiful loser kneeling, who enjoyed swallowing my ashes and licking my hot sneakers. As pathetical as he is, he can also look forward to slaps in the face and my divine spit, which I spit in his face!