After a long and good life with cigarettes, I am turning towards a new habbit.
Vaping. Sucking the taste of Cherry and Coffee and Strange Fruits and Chill Juice and Chocolate and Whatever ... I'm tasting some weird shit. Some good shit.
So far, so good.
And I bid you adieu, my Camels and Lucky Strikes. I will knock on your door no more. And that is a promise. I can't say I'm missing you. Not at all, really. But I remember you every time I fire up my new toy and the sounds of a heavy smokers lungs are heard.
I smell better. And I smell better.
This can't be a bad thing ....