The day I quit, the day that I decided that I was through with f__ing cigarettes, I took out the pack of cigarettes that I had just bought, opened it, threw them all away, rolled up twenty joints, replaced the twenty Chesterfields, and put the pack back in my shirt pocket, where I always kept my cigarettes, because half of the habit, for me, was reaching for and lighting something
The recipes might be a bit more complicated than most of my repertoire, but not that complex, honestly
Its that feeling of a perfectly cracked egg, the first drag of a cigarette with your coffee, the sunlight hitting just right
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