#132

its raining in sunny la up in laurel canyon as i try to quit smoking in this perfect coffee and cigarette weather with the smoky mist out over the hills and a damp seattle fifty four degrees aching for coffee in the air the smell is weak without the tobacco and without the magic bean and my jaw is tensing up thinking about these life giving elements that death loves so well and i am about to break and go get some dunhills but i wait i am fine it must be those damn vitamins i took making my heart beat fast and my toes tap and my eyes dart and my thoughts race man it feels like adderall but it is nothing but one of the last desperate stages of withdrawal pleading for a fix telling me how nice it would be to have just a little of this and a little of that just once just to ease off the stuff you know you dont wanna just quit cold turkey because you will feel awful its better to wean yourself so just go buy a pack and smoke one and put the rest in the drawer and you can give them to your smoker friends or just have one whenever its rainy and cold like today