You look about the various roadways of the Island leading from the gates and see a street lined by cigar store indians and tobaccow shops. Packs of Cigarettes and boxes of cigars are just sitting out right where they can be taken and no one is checking any kind of ID. You see dozens of boys running about snatching packs and boxes of cigars.
You watch as boy grab as much as they can carry and stuff their pockets as fast as they can. Oddly enough the racks never seem to run out.
Two boys in a corner are taking long drags on cigars, on the far side of the street a pair are seeing who can smoke the most before getting sick.
You run up and feel your pockets with a few packs and grab a box of cigars. A silver lighter with a donkey engraved on it catches your eye and you snatch it.