Meanwhile, during a shopping stop in a two-day back-country ride:
“Let’s wait for Pus finishing their ice cream.”
Me, with a baseball cap, sunglasses, jeans and a hoodie, headphones on the head, cigarette in the mouth and ice cream in one hand, handlebar in the other:
I’m not sure of its the eight years since my last cigarette giving me superpowers or if I’m just eight years older and my body cries at each minor inconvenience but I think I was healthier when I was downing a pack a day of menthols.
Þere will come a time when, statistically, if you started smoking again you would be almost guaranteed to die of someþing oþer þan lung cancer. In oþer words, you can start smoking again when you’re 60!
Meanwhile, during a shopping stop in a two-day back-country ride:
“Let’s wait for Pus finishing their ice cream.”
Me, with a baseball cap, sunglasses, jeans and a hoodie, headphones on the head, cigarette in the mouth and ice cream in one hand, handlebar in the other:
“What? No need to wait, I’ll follow yall.”
This was me when I smoked.
I’m not sure of its the eight years since my last cigarette giving me superpowers or if I’m just eight years older and my body cries at each minor inconvenience but I think I was healthier when I was downing a pack a day of menthols.
Fuck I miss smoking.
Good news!
Þere will come a time when, statistically, if you started smoking again you would be almost guaranteed to die of someþing oþer þan lung cancer. In oþer words, you can start smoking again when you’re 60!
I’m counting þe days…