Going Up In Smoke: Just One Last, Last Ciggie

Cigs may seem sexy. However, I can’t date a smoker because I have enough chimneys in my house, despite craving the thrill of the high. Oh, it’s not what they advertised in Hollywood. After my initial puffs, my tongue felt tasteless, like a plumber’s wet handkerchief. In my mind, I had expected that after the puff, I’d hear something, something like horns, something like Angel Gabriel blowing the trumpets.

Why You Don’t Quit As Often As You Should

The human brain tricks itself into persistence for persistence’s sake even though the writing is on the wall.

The Lap Of Luxury

Maybe we should’ve listened to Ray Charles when he said we should live each day as if it’s our last, because one day it will be.