Man, I want a smoke.
SOmetimes that longing hits me really hard. I haven’t had one- other than, the occasional hit off one of the Ogwife’s, for many years now, but that itch still wants to be scratched.
Sunday 17 Feb 2008
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I want a chicken, a midget, and $42.50 in unmarked ones, but we all can have everything now, can we?
On the other side of the coin, wish I could say that.
$42.50? Wow. I can hook you up on all counts.
The midget, of course, is NOT unmarked.
I’ve been quit since 1995, and I can still hear the quiet slide of the foil liner paper being pulled off a fresh pack of Camel Filters, and smell that sweet, almost caramel-like aroma of the tobacco. The clink-flit of the Zippo, that first couple of drags…
Yup, still miss ’em. Not as much as I’ll enjoy not having lung cancer, but I still miss ’em.
I quit in 1992 after smoking for 20 years. Don’t miss it a bit and when I saw what cheap generic smokes cost the other day I am very glad I don’t.
Ok, I still smoke. Down to around half a pack a day (or less depending on the day), but still invite madam nicotine into my broken down temple of a body. Could probably go with just one with that first cup of coffee. And be good for the day. But if I go out to a bar … you just need to have one after a beer or six, I don’t care what they say. Plus I am still pissed at our nanny state ruling you can no longer smoke in bars. This damn state drives me crazy.
You’re a better man then I Og!
nah, just cheaper.