Drunk Memories?
I dont smoke. I've been a swimmer for all of my life, and so, I know the value of having clean and healthy lungs. I dont care if other people smoke, just as long as they dont blow the smoke in my direction.
I have tried smoking, indeed, the first time I ever puffed on a cancer-stick was when I was 14. I was at a mates place and she was in the process of getting plastered. She pulled out a pack, handed me one, and lit the end.
I was curious. I tried it out. Knowing that if I inhaled too deeply I'd choke and puke, I puffed at the festy tasting object earning riddicule from my "cool" friends. They called me "Bumpuffer", and "chickenshit"... I didn't go to any more of their parties.
Now, however, every year or so I get the insane desire to reaffirm my opinion, and accept an offer. Without doubt, I take one drag, cough my head off, and pass it back. My face usually turns an unbecoming green tinge and then I can resist the temptation to smoke for anther few years. This has been the ritual since I was 14. Almost 10 years. It seems to work, as I'm not a chain smoking nicottine junky... but a twitchy caffiene addict instead.
So, now, you'll all realise how frightened I am when I suddenly recall a vivid image of me puffing back several cigarettes on my last drinking bender. I do not remember the whole night, so it is highly possible. Just thinking about it gives me a horrid taste in my mouth, and the idea that I voluntarily had SEVERAL of these hideous things really disturbs me. I remember taking a deep breath thinking "surely, I can tolerate it now", failing dismally, and coughing like an emphasiemic retiree.
I'm not too sure if this actually happened, or if I'm confusing a drunken fragment of memory with a really twisted dream I once had... perhaps I should ask somebody who was with me that night...
..."hey matty... you know when we were propped up at the bar drinking Sambucca for hours on end... "
Jacqui's Golden Tip of the Day.
Keep your arms and legs within the moving vehicle at all times.
Do not pass GO.
Do not collect $200.
Do not get drunk and do stupid shit.
Spidey
I overcame my incredible fear of spiders and went to see the Smash Hit Phenomenon that is "Spiderman". I loved it. Loved every single minute. Tobey McGuire was the very image of the Marvel Comicbooks Character, and earns my deep grattiude for not mangling a childhood icon. Well done.
*standing ovation from the cheap seats*
Well done, indeed.
