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It's not that I haven't written. I've been pouring my heart out onto the inside of the paper tubes of cigarettes. The words flow out of me then I suck them up into my lungs, inhaling deeply, and they make me feel lightheaded and nauseous and sorry for myself. That's why it's been so hard to quit. I'm not addicted to tobacco. It's my own poison words that I can't do without. What could I do with them besides choke?

Friday, April 14, 2006

Hanging out in the hotel room in Grenada. Keli took pictures of my butt with the boil, then I took the camera and got to wrestle Keli and Hany both for it. I eventually let them win, but they think this is just macho bragging. I emptied out a cigarette then mixed in tobacco and weed. Two hits off this and I'm feeling fine. Next we're off to hang out with drinks and play cards.
Posted by Shadiek at 4:25 PM

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