Irish brew is good brew
... Who taught the blind guy to smoke? I was outside, smoking my own, and looking across the street at this blind guy talking to someone, waiting on the street for a ride. I saw him take out a Marlboro from his pocket, light it, smoke it... wondered, how did he get into it? Was he 10 years old, like me, smelled it, wondered what the hell that horrible stench was, someone had to have explained to him what it was. When I was 10 it sounded so foreign, why the hell would someone want to suck and breath burning plants, what's the point if it makes you sick and smell bad, teeth orange and cancer to die. So, did someone light one and put it in his mouth, to get him forever hooked on a habit that is probably next to heart disease the number one killer, the most unnattractive and perplexingly satisfying addiction? I hate it. On a day like today, when I started drinking at work because of a stupid holiday that makes me feel out of place, pinched and immature for not wearing green, bullshit, I want to indulge, and it makes me wonder. Too many people I know and care for are druggies for cigs. Fuckers. And I have no excuse. It just made me wonder, watching him delicately and systematically light his cig, wonder who first gave him that one, wonder if he blames them like I blame my friend in high school and my mom for making me flush hers down the toilet.
QUIT, you smoking bitches!! (yes and that means me, too...)
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