another lonely night

left for a minute, twice, actually.

scavenged for tobac, which i spoke of a few minutes ago.

then, down to the mailbox to send my girl in maryland a postcard.

was good, saw my bodega guy.

for all the difficulties, do love this life.

fourty six cents

i was wondering how much coffee a dollar sixty five could buy.

one cup at the bodega, sure, but how far would it go if i went to the grocery store.

thought i could get more, and i did.

instant coffee, generic, two ounces.

all for a dollar nineteen.

you can get anything you want here, if you're willing to pay for it.

But what doesn't

loosing funding. unstructured depression. loosing a girl you've known for years and dated for six months. batshit crazy psycho-obsessive-girl-you-dated-for-a-little-while stalking you, friend of ten years flipping out at you on your birthday, in public, causing the girl you've known for years and just started dating to leave you (who can blaim her). mom freaking out at you and accusing you of ruining her golden years. finding a job that might lead to a career out of the school rat race only to loose it again, unexpectedly.

All these things fade away with drink.

But what doesn't, loosing an idea.

I was out at the bodega, and had a brilliant post.

now gone.

That'll fuck you up, no matter how drunk you are.

another already?

well, yes.

called everyone in the phonebook, left messages. must want to say something.

But this is important.

tobacco.

And something like 75-90 per centum of us smoke, so here goes.

I handroll. The options are not as limited as you might believe, even stopping by the local bodega, there's choices.

What do i smoke these days? well, i cycle (ha ha).

The old standby, drum, i don't do much of anymore. Used to be jester, but can't remember the last time. do sampson from time to time. bally shag more frequently.

but i've got some new stuff, which is both cheaper and awesomer. it's Peter Stokkebre. Awesome smoke. made in denmark, so you know it's good.

mostly get the shag cut, but admire the straight cut when the tobac's right.

Anyway, Stokkerbrye--it's a darn fine smoke. even, a little rich. tobac's a beautiful deep brown and rolls smooth and tight. and it's moist. not only because the local tobacconist keeps it in the humidor, but it's sealed that way.

of course, the all time heavy weight champion is old holborne. but good luck finding that. last i checked, a bag from england went for something like fifty quid. ouch.

still and all, once i'm flush (if ever) going to order me up some (and insure the stuffing out of it). because it's such a fine smoke.

if you can lay your hands on it, do. you won't regret it.

well and all, all things come to an end. such as this post.

may peace be with you. and may you find love that passeth all understanding.