It's been, well, never since I've last confessed.
I haven't had a toke in, well, 13 years. I have no contacts, no friends that I know smoke and nobody I feel comfortable asking and I've asked strangers on the street once in awhile.
When do I officially get to be desperate? I broke down and bought a cool little glass pipe today. I feel better. I smoked some pipe tobacco for the first time in 10 years... mmmmm. I could be addicted. My father chain smoked Marlboro red's (5-6 packs/day) until I was 12 or so. I could name different brand cigs by the smell of the smoke by 8. I can still imagine the smell of them in the car with the window rolled down on a cold day, 20+ years later. It was the most sickening smell yet I crave it. After he quit, I could pick out a smoker across the room by smell even though they weren't smoking. I am still addicted to second-hand smoke to this day. I miss sitting in a bar inhaling everyone elses smoke... damn statewide smoking ban!!!
So, I ask again, when do I get to be desperate? I miss the smell, the flavor, the sweetness. I don't even care to get high... I just want to sit in the room with someone to smell the secondhand toke smoke.
I am the air guitarist of
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Thanks for reading my pathetic story of desperation. The only saving grace... I'm athiest!
I haven't had a toke in, well, 13 years. I have no contacts, no friends that I know smoke and nobody I feel comfortable asking and I've asked strangers on the street once in awhile.
When do I officially get to be desperate? I broke down and bought a cool little glass pipe today. I feel better. I smoked some pipe tobacco for the first time in 10 years... mmmmm. I could be addicted. My father chain smoked Marlboro red's (5-6 packs/day) until I was 12 or so. I could name different brand cigs by the smell of the smoke by 8. I can still imagine the smell of them in the car with the window rolled down on a cold day, 20+ years later. It was the most sickening smell yet I crave it. After he quit, I could pick out a smoker across the room by smell even though they weren't smoking. I am still addicted to second-hand smoke to this day. I miss sitting in a bar inhaling everyone elses smoke... damn statewide smoking ban!!!
So, I ask again, when do I get to be desperate? I miss the smell, the flavor, the sweetness. I don't even care to get high... I just want to sit in the room with someone to smell the secondhand toke smoke.
I am the air guitarist of
.Thanks for reading my pathetic story of desperation. The only saving grace... I'm athiest!
Mary would be a much better alternative. Pills are bad news and withdrawal is HELL. That's why I'm online right now... I need to go flush those damn things.
I thought it was an excellent response... the comment about grandma's had me rolling!!! Although any thought of a little personal pleasure got flushed as I pictured this scene 