Thu Oct 26, 2006 12:15 pm
I care...
(In my best Sgt. Joe Friday voice)
You find yourself there, facing that choice... smoke out or walk out. You think to yourself, "Hey, it's not like it's black tar heroin" so you decide to fit in... take a puff. You start thinking, "Oh I can quit whenever I want... I'm just a casual smoker." Next thing you know your knocking over gas station convenience stores and robbing small children while they wait in line at ice cream truck. You're hanging on to your last life line. What money you don't spend on feeding your habit you spend on Cheetos, peanut butter and pickles. Your life is spiraling out of control and all you can do is huddle in the fetal position in the corner as you light up another doob. You've lost your friends, your family, your job, your life... all for what... a little green plant? You're living on the streets because you can't sleep on the bus anymore and the local shelters are full. You're blinding thirst has you drinking from public toilets. And still the only escape you have is to light up and fall asleep.
Who cares... I care.
Either that or I am REALLY bored at work.
http://www.thirstymallard.wordpress.com"If beer and women aren't the answer, then you're asking the wrong questions." -Anonymous
BN Army Corporal; Southern Support - Gulf Coast Division
Texas is better than your state. Fact.