K hearts that opening, I know. But anyway, last night I dreamt that I kept picking up lit cigarettes and taking a couple of puffs before being like, "Wait, I quit. Shit!" and stubbing them out. I woke up this morning and for a few bleary moments had to figure out if I had really smoked or not. Dreams aside, it's going really well. I went to Manuel's last night, drank some beers, and had absolutely no desire to smoke. Didn't even think about it. Not saying that I won't be tempted ever, but at least for now all is A-OK.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Hey, speaking of Manuel's, I didn't know that he recently died--last month. RIP.
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uh. duh. of course i knew. his grandson was my first.
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