Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Closet smoker

I can't stand the smell of a smokey room, the smell of cigarette smoke on my clothes or kissing a woman that just smoked a cigarrette. However, at night when I'm home reading, watching TV or working on the computer, I cant't help but sit out on my porch and smoke cigarrettes. What the hell! I've learned to compartmentalize my smoking into an area that is 4 feet by 4 feet from about 7 pm to midnight. And now that I just turned thirty (30), the big three zero, I came to the conclusion that I have been smoking for over ten years which means I've smoked over 36,500 cigarettes. Holy shit.

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