futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the ancient fire sharing ritual STERILE GENERALS WARNING: this entry may be hazardous to your sense of certainty about remaining a non-smoker. I don�t smoke. Right now there is a lucky strike between my third finger and pinky as I type and every so often, pause to bring it up to my lips.Inhale deeply and breathe the smoke out through my nose, yawn: so it really gets back up in there. But all this is irrelevant because, as I said, I don�t smoke. I do (and have) posed as a smoker. In a coffee bar in East Cleveland in the line for the ATM at Shaker Square at Grant on Forbes where all the PAT buses stop in Pittsburgh. At first the cigarette was just a plaything but it has become a door way to a kind of underground culture, like uncovering the secret language of a banned religion. The tradition that had me sold on it all was the �ancient fire sharing ritual.�
Non-smokers? They just ask each other for the time! They�ll never know. It�s worth all the pain to come. So, now, I can see it: I am a smoker. 16:14:23 - 2000-12-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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