No cigarettes!!!! and a bit more

On my last cigarette and is only 7 a.m in the Land of the wild bulls also known as Spain.

I just saw in the comment section a person that liked my post about yoga, go to her blog,
and yes it is a her, then comment hopefully I didn´t insult her. Something about eating Bamby the deer
(She is vegetarian) and that my yoga clases I only went because of hot women. My back still hurts also.

What a house am I living in, people come people go, the “ex-girlfriend” fucking the Marrocan 15 meters
wway from my room. Was that a girlfriend? She proclaimed it to the airs…. polar bears.
But I´m the one paying the fucking bills. They are quite sneaky though. They are good.

Another guy sleeping in the vacant room left by the Brazilian guy who also fucked my “ex-girlfriend”,
you tell me what the definition of whore is. So they moved another guy now into that room….
And I´m paying the bills.

Humans, might as well laugh at it unless is very necessary to get serious and that is not to the advantage of them.
Humans… what else to complain about? Ha! No money, no food. But my center space is my cigarette.


  1. When this all started I bought 4 packs of cigarettes, at roughly $17 Canadian a pack, it cost this unceremoniously unemployed hospitality worker a pretty penny. Told myself it was time to quit, when they were gone I’d quit cold turkey, time to prioritize and get healthy. Who was I kidding!

    1. I tell myself I´m going to quit, and I do when I have no money and it can pass months, but when I do have money I go back to it. Who am I kidding also? I´m just an addict, I know about the priorities but in my brain since I didn´t even think I was going to make it over 25 years old…. Now I´m 37, I guess the point is that my mind is weird to not fear death. Just in me, a bit strange I know. Plus might as well have a laugh with the post. Although everything is true, including my obsession (the rest is just humans doing what they do) with my only cigarette. I smoke two puffs, put it down, now is 9 a.m here and after two hours I still have my last two puffs. I´m obsessed with smoking…..

      1. Cigarettes are my pacifier. Respite from pressure, anxiety, adversity and boredom. A reward for everything from hard work to mental output and a cold beer. Sigh.

  2. One thing I liked the most is that you accept the reality, you accept the fact that you are addicted to smoking, there are so many people who are Chain smokers but would never admit. Anyways, to each his own. Great post buddy.!

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