whore’s medicine
It’s a nation of neurotics. Texting onstage during the karaoke instrumental. Clearing the browser cache to cover porno tracks. Smoking cigarettes in the face of overwhelming evidence it’s manufactured to cause addiction and eventual death.
Old J Stew is trying to quit.
“I went to bed and felt that tiredness in my body as it churned through the smoke. I lay there thinking, ‘This is my body trying to stay alive’. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the smokes and crumpled them and threw them in the toilet. I stood above the little camel treading water and thought, ‘That’s gonna clog my toilet.’”
Quitting has complications of course. You can’t plan for such things. Just remember it’s a whore’s medicine, something you grab as a consolation that is really just using you up.
That reminds me, I need to clear my browser cache.
Good luck JStew. You can beat it.
Comment by Lyle_S — September 1, 2010 @ 7:44 pm
Tell me your’e not smoking Greenland boy….Don’t fuck around
Comment by poopies — September 2, 2010 @ 12:58 am
I’m gonna beat it…until the next time I get trashed. Then I’m gonna beat it again.
Comment by J Stew — September 2, 2010 @ 5:12 pm
Yeah, it’s Stew’s delusion of cool, not mine. I quit years ago.
Comment by Rolston — September 2, 2010 @ 10:37 pm
where’s the smoking toilet?
Comment by donno — September 2, 2010 @ 10:54 pm
Jstew, your approach works for me. Of course, I can count on both hands the number of times I go out and drink in a year. A youngblood like yourself might need a plan B.
Comment by Lyle_S — September 3, 2010 @ 10:37 am