Day Nine

So, another day off and no cigs. To be perfectly honest, I cannot remember if I wrote last Thursday about my normal 'Thursdays' - and I am much too lazy to go and look, sorry - but they are probably the hardest days of the week for my smoking. It is nearly one day of absolute freedom. I wake up when I want, eat whatever I want for breakfast, watch The Today Show, drive around pretending to be doing stuff, and smoke whenever I want to. It's true. Sorry love. This is tough openly confront, but I know you already knew; everyone does. I am realizing this now because I can smell all the smokers around me. They stink. Fucking terrible. Ech. Gross. I went into Best Buy last Thursday - sorry I forgot to mention this - to consider buying various items - Inception, various Wii games, a flat screen TV, an iPad, a Kindle - and eventually ended up in the DVD sections on my way to the exit. I, of course, was to buy none of these things, but it is fun to imagine my life with the endless amounts of gadgets and technologies at my every whim. My consumeristic aura, however, was utterly destroyed when, walking along the Action movie section, I walked in front of this man who I believe showered himself in a sauna of cigarette smoke. I wanted to vomit, and I b-lined right to the exit to get some real, fresh air.  This has dramatically stuck with me over this past week and it shocks me. I never realized how absolutely terrible I must have smelled. Sorry love. You had to kiss and rub your face against my stinky face. Ech. Gross. You are an angel.

Anyway, my wonderful doll-face reminded me of a short story I wrote back in college and I wanted to share it with you. It's kind of sloppy, but a lot of fun. Can you solve the mystery?????

Find it in the Documents section, or CLICK HERE