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Thursday Aug 23, 2007

Aug 23, 2007
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So- bizzare thing:

I woke up this morning and threw my shit on and hopped in the car to begin my bitch of trek out to the valley (from long beach, 2 hours each way) and I was about 40 minutes in when it occurred to me:

Hey, I've not even thought about a cigarette yet.

I figured I might as well. Have all this time to kill...
But it tasted like poison. Insecticide and for some reason I imagined crushed bug legs. I took an extra drag just to check it out. Battery acid. I stubbed it out and chugged water to try and wipe the taste off my tongue.

So I get to work 20 minutes early and I don't have keys yet, so I'm just hanging out in the parking lot, sketching out some ideas. Makes for a good time to take another crack at that cigarette. Don't get a lot of chances when I'm in there. Terrible. The second I brought it to my lips, even before it was blessed with flame.
But I struggled through it on principle.

At lunch, I didn't even bother.

On the ride home I tried again. Not as though I wanted one, but I was weirded out.
Dinner from a drive through and half a drag from a cigarette. I had managed to smoke all of one.
I figured; it's gotta be the pack. Right? Poison pacK?

Get home and throw my bags down, grab my compadre and pull him outside for an experiment. I take one of his cigarettes and give him one of mine. I say nothing about the experiment.
Mine gives him no reactions, while his taste just as horrible to me as mine did.

What the fuck? Am I randomly cured? Did I just wake up disgusted? How the hell does that happen. No one even asked me if I wanted to quit.

Weird, no?

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