whether to betray your friends or to betray rome
yesterday when i went to the liquor store next to my workplace, i picked up a pack of camel lights because they were out of marlboro lights. i started smoking cigarettes again a few years ago when i realized that in food service, the only way to get a break is to take a smoke break. i smoke about five cigarettes a day, down from about ten a day when i was unemployed. two months ago, i switched from smoking camel lights to marlboro lights when i found out that marlboro is a union-made cigarette while camels aren't. smoking camels again makes me pretty nostalgic, remembering many times back east hovering over a toilet from too much beer and too much fun, with a dry throat and a feeling like i just got punched in the lungs. los angeles is giving me a general feeling of anxiety; i freaked out last night when i realized that it's now december and it's still t-shirt weather. i think here ten years could go by and you'd have no idea where you spent the time.