You know what? I like to smoke.
I do. I like to smoke. My mom died of cancer, it makes doing my run in the morning tough as hell and, yet, I still like to smoke.
I like to have a smoke on my deck with a fresh cup of java so I can mentally order my day before I launch into it.
I like to sneak away from a party or get-together with a friend or a stranger and sneak a smoke. It is like getting to smoke between 3rd and 4th period all over again.
I like to talk about heavy shit with a glass of scotch, an informed and thoughtful friend... and a smoke. All the problems of the world can be solved with a bottle of single-malt and a pack of... smokes.
I like to shake off (and settle from) an orgasm with... a smoke.
I am thinking of quitting (again). Maybe starting tomorrow while I do my cleanser detox diet (again).
Light 'em if ya got 'em...