I came home today and found this pack of L&M beside the driveway, open, single cigarette sticking out. Only a lighter or book of matches beside it could have made it more tempting.
It was crying out, “smoke me, smoke me!” I ran it under my nose to take in the aroma, which even with this budget brand, was enticing. Just one won’t hurt a thing.
I regained myself, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash. I’ve not slipped once since the great cold turkey in 2014. After the first six months, I’ve not even had a real close call, until today.
It’s the unexpected things that can throw a person.
If it had been an American Spirit (yum), I’da lit the bitch up.
The pack of l&m with single cigarette inside, then crumpled up inside my trash container
I was visiting a friend in West Hollywood one time. We wanted to park and walk around but I couldn’t find a space.
He said, “we can park in Beverly Hills.”
I said, “that sounds elegant, where is it?”
“Just four spaces over.” lol
I thought we were going to go driving around mansions, but I saw the sign for Beverly Hills and we were right on the line in the parking lot. He was messing with me.
Sometimes I’ll start the morning running a few text-string searches on political memes I see mostly on FB. The results of “not true” or “can’t verify” are high. I can pick them out on sight with regularity. It’s my fun game for decades.
Some teachers along the way were so helpful in this, public-school ones to boot. I remember them fondly.