Strange Shit I Found, Walking Home

Had I consumed one more drink, or there been one more friend around… I likely would have put this guy on.

Your guess is as good as mine.

At the Damen/North/Milwaukee trisection, I slipped into the local minimart and inquired about cigars. Lately, I’ve been talking a LOT about smoking, and tonight Justin mentioned having had a lot of cigars while he was on vacation.

A big part of me wanted nothing more than to light up a big, fat cigar, sit on my front steps, and just listen to music for half an hour or so. Thankfully though… all they had was crap at the store, and I ended up just walking home and going to sleep.

It’s been three years or so now. I still miss smoking.