I don’t really know how to say this without sounding like I exaggerate, but I’m going to die if I don’t smoke in the next three days. I swear it. I’ve tried so hard to quit. And so far I’ve been successful. But what drives me crazy is that Julien is smoking the roll-it-yerself cigarettes (which is common in Europe, because it’s cheaper) and I can’t stand smoking the stuff without filters. Doobie is different; that is to say that weed is weed and it’s not supposed to be smoked with a filter. But pure tabacco is urggghht-pffft.
So, I don’t smoke. It’s something personal now, to quit smoking.
I find myself weeping when I see old photos of myself happily holding a cigarette. Ah, I was so happy then… 25 pesos for a pack of Marlboro Lights, plus you could buy them tingi, meaning one stick at a time.
