Saturday, August 12, 2006

Back in the City...

And there is nothing quite like getting back and realizing: Dude, life in the city sucks. I have no beer. I have no cigarettes. And no one is here save for the suicidal cat who doesn't like me.

Smoking for me? Is a choice. It's a choice that I'd like very much to make right now. I would love nothing more than to run down to the liquor store and pick up a bottle of wine, and the corner store for a pack of ciggies.

And then I could sit, peacefully in the deafening noise of this smelly city, drink myself into oblivion, happily sick down a pack of cigarettes, and be guaranteed a great night's sleep tonight.

I'm not sure what's holding me back.



Anonymous bigman78 said...

Well, what's holding you back is the grown up girl in you that says, "Getting loaded and smoking cigarettes would be fun... but not the best idea."


R. Jones

10:42 a.m.  
Blogger NursePam said...

After dealing with gross ear things, flying buttons, and a@@ hangin' jeans, you deserve a break.

In fact, you ought to come with me to Syd's front porch to drink some beers and share a pack of smokes.

12:34 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, as I was driving home from the hospital this morning I was thinking theological thoughts which I mostly do. Four score and ten is our allotted time according to the Good Book. Do the math. So if somebody told me I had twenty minutes left as opposed to twenty years, pretty much I'd have an ice cap and a cigarrete. (I can't even spell the d%%m things)

12:45 p.m.  

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