And boom, I’m smoking another bowl. How did that happen? I said yes and filled the pipe again

And again.

And then again.

It’s only 930am but I’m amped. I need no more… But I bet I do more. It just sort of happens. And then again.

The feel good feeling hasn’t even faded.

I now understand better the draw of cigarette addiction. The act of smoking is something that becomes automatic and the actual nicotine is only a part of it.

I may be more addicted to the idea of smoking and the things I do when spun. They’ve become a part of my routine.

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