I told the spiritual girl what I was going to do. Even though I don't believe in god, we could feel the spirits and ghosts and just connected more as friends.

Right before the clouds came, I texted my dad that I'm smoking his last cigar and I got there right when my dad was boarding on the plane back to Argentina so we texted. When he was here, he said that I had enough butane and then it's my time. and I ran out. Couldn't get the lighter to light at all. But I went back for a lighter and continued on my spiritual path in a way.

Before that my dad didn't know what an informal patient was and I told him right after I showed him the pic of the old mental hospital, he thought that I had to go to that hospital for six months so he texted my mom and then she freaked out until I explained myself lol.

I left the last bit of the cigar in the box and closed it, put it by the curb I was sitting on and left because maybe someone else will walk there and see what I did, allowing that person to realize an 80 dollar box of cigars with one smoked and get the picture.