Smoking

A little over a year ago I had to stop smoking (again) because it was killing me, I know it's bad for everyone but it put me in the hospital a couple of times. The oxygen level in my blood dropped way down and I started to get retarded. I smoked Phillies Chocolate Blunts, now there’s a friggin’ genius, the guy who thought of putting chocolate in something you could smoke. If a he could figure out how to make a chocolate cigarette filter that you just eat when you’ve finished smoking the cigarette, well then he’d be a millionaire for sure. I hated to have to quit smoking because lets face it... I made smoking look pretty Damn cool. I had the Clint Eastwood thing goin' and shit. I loved it, but like I do everything I had to do it to the extreme. I could have financed a small drug habit for what it cost me to smoke, Hell my brother spends less on weed than I did on stogies. Anyway, it was easy to quit, no shit. It was so easy I quit twice (I quit for 5 years a while back). The bitch of it is not starting again. I don't miss the smell, I don't miss the mess (ashes everywhere) I don't miss the cost, or the cough, the wheezing at night when I'd lay down. But I miss having something to do, smoking a blunt was as entertaining as fishing. You had to enjoy the pageantry of it, the process. Unwrapping it, lighting it (you had to use matches, using a bic was like using a condom) you even held it different than a cigarette. You wrapped your index finger around it and steadied it with your thumb and middle finger. I didn't take that much care holding my pud. There is nothing like lighting up in the evening after a meal, it made a crappy meal Ok and a good meal even better. I would pass up dessert to hurry up and get to that smoke (Hell I was getting to where I‘d light up before I was finished eating). But some how when you’re lying in a hospital bed and your kid is asking you when do you get to come home and you have to remove the oxygen so you can answer her. Well smoking doesn‘t quite seem as important anymore, not as cool. It’s been over a year now like I said, no coughing, no wheezing, I’ve got a little more wind whenever I try and do something. I can even think more clearly. It’s amazing what getting enough oxygen to the brain can do for you. But Damn it if I haven’t gained 40 lbs. I guess after supper I still have my chocolate, I just don’t light it anymore. I know I sure looked cooler smoking after a meal than I do loosening my pants, but at least I’m still here. Good day.