The wind is smoking my cigarettes again. It does that. San Antonio is windy. Or where I stand to smoke my cigs is windy. We wrestle. Me trying to smoke. The wind trying to smoke. Me trying to smoker faster than the wind can steal my smoke away. I live a little in fear of […]
People keep suggesting — Icy weather in Texas is some sort of hint from God I give up smoking. This seems like an awful lot of trouble on high to send one person one hint. I am not, after all, the only person freezing my ass off in Texas. I suspect a lot of […]
Guy: How long have you been smoking? Me: I started when I was sixteen. So, you know, two years. [I give him points for pausing to think about it before he laughed.]
I am — Standing outside a bar having a smoke. A man who is a total stranger to me walks up to me and tells me I should not smoke. [I do not know why total strangers think it is okay to tell me what to do.] I say, Oh it is a job […]
So — I am at the desk wanting a cig. But I do not light one because the ashtray is too full. I could dump the ashtray out, but the trash is too full. I know this because this is why the ashtray is too full and also why there are empty coke cans […]