Congratulations to me for 1962 days quit, and counting. That 5 years, 4 months and change. Just shows to go ya, keep your quit close.
I pretty much thought I'd put Nicodemon 8 feet under but no, sure enough, he comes sneaking around on the anniversary of 9/11, thinking I'll light up.
Went to a street fair in Dunedin FL with friends and family. We saw some great artwork and ate some incredible food. Walking around the park, listeining to live music under the stars, wouldn't you know it, I ran smack into that old scoundrel, Nic'O. "Ah, come on, Baby," he says. "It's been half a decade since you quit. Surely you can have just one, can't you?"
He was all dressed up, aristy jeans and european sandals. Of an indeterminable age, which is cute. He was hanging with a crowd I thought I'd like to know. Lowered his head and gave me that long steady stare that's meant to reel you in.
Well, good luck with that, moron. I'm heading back over to my quit-site and getting a fix of common sense. Even wrote a little poem, all artsy back at ya:
I see and smell and taste the light now. You are head first in the ash can.
