smokeblog

Friday, March 01, 2002

 
Day 19
Been travelling so i haven't been posting. Good things about travelling: one is in many places where smoking is either cumbersome or not an option. Bad: stress. But it's going. There has been a pack of American Spirits sitting on the kitchen counter of the house i've been staying at ever since i got here. Some moments it calls to me.. come.. smoke.. come.. smoke.. - but i resist. New York is, of course, easier than Paris. The restaurant thing for starters, but then just everyone. Everyone on the streets of Paris is holding a cig. Only like a quarter here. At least by my guess. But then the food here can be so heavy and nasty that it begs for a smoke to help it along through the digestive process.

The smell of my clothes that haven't been washed since i quit and/or have spent nights in smokey bars are starting to gross me out majorly. There's a smell that wafts out from the inside of my bag that makes me gag. All good signs i suppose, except for that i'll be wearing the hell out of my clothes with all this washing. Myabe it's time to move to California? Nah.
3:45 PM