I don't even like Cigarettes.
I slept way too late this morning-or afternoon rather. then I drank way too much coffee and danced around the house half-naked. Crazy and happily free.
Boy, it feels good to be alone.
I went out in the car, talked to an old friend, made a wrong turn..or a few wrong turns and wound up at a dead end.
Only, it wasn’t really a dead end because where the road ended, it began at a body of water. A beautiful Blue body of water- painted with splashes of Greens, and the after noon sky Blues reflecting. Reeds happily dancing in the March northeast winds. It was a “perfect” sight to stumble upon.
And then for no reason at all, I lit a cigarette.
My first rolled cigarette in months- since walking around empty new 4 A.M. European city streets.
And as my head started to continuously become lighter and lighter up into space, I fell back into that daze.
I put it out after finishing less then half of it. Then I threw it in a trash can and drove away.
Minutes later I almost lost my debit card.
I don’t know why i felt the urge to smoke that cigarette. But for some reason I started thinking it would help with my creative thoughts. Specifically, my writing, or lack there of. Im not sure it actually will..probably not.
That was just a silly concept..an excuse.
And I can honestly say that my mind is now racing a few hundred miles faster then it already was.
Even after all that coffee.
At least the tobacco was organic.
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