addiction

it's hot and the smell of cigarettes teases me through the window. instantly i'm transported back to brooklyn, half drunk, sneaking cigarettes in a non-functioning kitchenette and watching the D line puliverize rats in amazing explosions of blue light. (at least that's what i like to believe)

i can't say that i've quit.

i have the occasional smoke @ bars when i've had more than enough to drink. i crave them when i'm stressed out and only sometimes after a good meal. but typically i only cave in every couple months or so... and i usually detest the experience for the next couple days when ever i'm on the bike.