...And I'm Back

I'm aware that I have been quiet the last week or so, but it's been rough dragging myself from the couch to the computer during the week of hell. I've been working on some houses all within the same general area for the same general contractor. Each house has it's own particular quirk that has made my life more difficult, and most of it stems from the inability of said G.C. to get his shjit together. I've also lost my partner in pro-style Josh Da Kid, who has decided he's had enough of this purgatory and is moving on up to hell, New Jersey. Da Kid also happens to be my best and basically only friend down here,(he's originally from New England so we've always seen eye to eye on most things except that he prefers Natural Light to most any beer, until I steered him to the wonders of Yuengling), so I got that going on. The new helper isn't much of a help just yet, so I got that going on. Forget it, it's over and done with, it's Saturday and I'm grilling chicken, and tomorrow I'm hitting Sanibel Island for some all day decompression on the beach thanks to Susan, who works as night manager at an inn out there-sweet set up. She's hoioking up slow-cooked short ribs tomorrow, fan-fuckin-tastic!

Just a few notes to get back on track here. I realize the north has been hit with some heat lately, but I choose to sympathize with you all rather than call you pussies. And as for the Bastard (A.K.A. They killed Kenny-you bastard!!), I would never look down upon him for skipping the walk to the subway, it's a hike, and I know how he sweats, cause I leak like that too. However, the bastard (A.K.A. The O.B., Original Bastard) takes sweating to another level, probably because of his love of liquids. He is also know as "the sponge" and "king of all beverage". So, he gets a pass when he has to take four extra shirts with him to make it through a day without looking like he didn't swim to work.

But what I really wanted to discuss is that I've taken another stab at quiting smoking. I believe the last time I gave it a whirl I was still with Melissa. We both decided to stop and both went three days before seperately grubbing a cigarette. That night, after admitting our transgression to each other, we decided to share a pack, this way niether one of us would smoke as much, and we could cut down and eventually go cold turkey for good. The rest is history, we had a drink last Christmas when were both in NYC, (she's in the Ooh La La La currently)and we both lit up almost relieved that the other was still smoking. So, I'm making another run. I haven't spent a day without one yet, but I haven't smoked more than six in a day, which is down from a pack a day. I know what you're going to say, that doesn't work, well, I'm not some run of the mill smoker. You see I love to smoke, I've been smoking before Joe Camel (phallis symbol and all) even existed. There was no such thing as Camel cash, and I was never into the cowboy thing so the Marlboro man. Point is, I don't blame cigarette companies for my habit like so many others have. I blame one simple an undenialble fact:smoking is cool. Yes, its cool as fuck and not one single solitary soul out there can tell me different. I had a friend Rik, who I worked with at the record store in Long Island years ago who said that he could not imagine me in any other way then seeing me walk across the parking lot with a cup of coffe in my hand a scarf around my neck and a cigarette in the other. He would go on by saying that he would see that image and know all was right in the world at that moment. Some people were born to smoke, it looks natural, and I'll tell you that for m it feels natural, always has, always will. I've smoke through a battle with luekemia and fell off the wagon after an aortic disection and I'm still standing-with a cigarette in my hand. Some people can just quit, and that's the way it is but it is my belief that those people took up smoking not because they enjoy it but because they thought it would make them cool. And if you don't enjoy sometyhing its easy to give it up. For me I love every little bit of the ritual, and its difficult to give up anything that you love. But I'm cutting down right now, with the hopes that I can eventually end the affair. How I'm going about it isn't any different that getting the nicotine patch or chewing nicotine gum except I'm still breathing in smoke, but I've always considered the nicotine more dangerous than the smoke itself. Baby steps, my people, baby steps. I'll keep you posted.

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