So. You’re not looking for meta or political, but the personal reminiscence or poetry.
Well on Wednesday you’ll get typeset Tennyson, but today you get me and Kools.
I used to smoke Kools, the worst cigarette in the world because it’s Mentholated and filtered with asbestos. I’d smoke until my lungs felt “brown”.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Safu that thoughts acquire speed, The lips acquire stains. The stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. |
One time, while I was smoking Kools, I got invited to a party with a bunch of people I didn’t know. They also didn’t smoke and the girls were kind of cute and interesting and I didn’t realize at the time how much I stank.
Eight hours later I emerged (having been welcomed and accepted and indulged in what I most desire which is intelligent conversation with peers) and I got in my car and right after I fired it up I fired up a Kool.
And right after I turned the corner out of sight I parked and barfed my guts out from the sick.
Did that stop me? No. I went on to smoke and not smoke. I finally started (I’m done now) once again at a High School Reunion where I practically ripped open a cigarette machine for a pack of Merits because I felt inadequate. So did the girl with the biggest tits in second grade who was right next to me and would have banged me in the hall if my fiance hadn’t been in the ballroom.
Gotta love reunions.
From there I went on to a point where it was kind of a bonding ritual between me and the dad. He’d always smoked and so had his mom and dad. They liked the smell and so do I. You can smoke in my car if you like, I’m already dead. I know exactly how long it takes to smoke a Kent III King- 5 minutes because that’s how long our mandatory breaks were. Smoke them to the stub and crush them in the tub I have my last ashtray hanging around unclean to remind me what my lungs look like.
But there came a time when I decided I was done so I went on the gum and it’s been a while.