Monday, June 27, 2011

Where there's Smoke...

It’s been said that where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

And I’m inclined to believe them.

I’ve been trying to quit, really I have. And I’ve mostly done well.

I’ve gotten down to two or three a week, all told. But I admit, sometimes I can’t resist.

Like now. The smell of gasoline, the warmth of flames in my face, the sound of screaming inside as the owners of the house wake up.

It’s a beautiful moment. Tranquil, perfect. And afterwards I crave a cigarette more than I can resist... maybe they have it backward.

Where there’s fire, I smoke.

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