new year hoo-hah

a dude's gotta do what a dude's gotta do. or atleast decide if it's time to just do what 'they' want him to do. shave. iron your clothes. shine your shoes. fix your hair. get your act together. i'll never die wondering what life in boot camp would be like. but hey, I decided on something and did it. I've now quit smoking.
4 times this month.
This time it's for keeps.

But how do you keep off the death stick when you're drinking? You can't. So what do I do? one option is to quit drinking. Absolutely improbable and downright insulting to the creed of happy sloshers. So that's out. Another option is to be 'Gone in 60 secs'. You guzzle down enough beer so as to not be able to orchestrate the striking of a flame with a match. it's fun, effective and hey, it's fun. But in come your drinking buddies each falling over themselves trying to help you light up. 'Here, let me.', they say. Wanks. And I can't drink alone. So maybe I can't drink at all. Or maybe I can drink, but only with buddies that don't smoke. Hmmm, workable, still fun and all that. Also improbable, still slightly insulting to happy sloshers. But what the hell, it's worth a shot. Hallelujah! Yeah, I know what you're thinking. The bum brings out the trump card when he really needs it. But, if I can believe I can make it thru Friday night without smoking, I can keep the faith. So back off!