I miss smoking…
Yeah, I know.
I’m healthier without it, it’s a disgusting, expensive habit, etc. I walk by people downtown who are smoking and I turn to the wife with this wild-eyed look and ask, “Is that what I used to smell like?”
But still…there’s something alluring about lighting a cigarette, and pulling in smoke with a sharp gasp before letting it out like dragonflame. I know if I had one today, I would be rocked from the headbuzz, and then want to vomit and gargle hot mustard at the same time to get that taste out of my mouth.
But I still want one.
But I won’t have one.
