Wednesday, November 09, 2005

 

I stubbed my toe, and hell I think I may have broken it. I did more then stubbed it again. No. I sat down and while I sat down I stubbed my toe on the coffee table trying to get my left leg over my right and sit in that relaxing posture-ific position that allows me to lean into the couch and smoke that pipe the way a intellectual does it. I wanted to enjoy the smoke, lean back and enjoy that shit, like I was inhaling God's own breath. I wanted to feel that smoke as if it were that last one. The final smoke, the only smoke that mattered as much as the first one. I was hoping to choke back this navy cut Player cigarette I found in the bottom desk drawer while looking for a new box of cheques, when in my frantic search for a lighter I walked into the end table and stubbed m'damn toe. I might'as well had broken the whole foot as I yelled into the air as loud as a grown man can yell: "AAAAH, I think I broke m'damn feet! Who put this hyear?!!"

next thing I do, is stub it again just as I found the lighter and lean back into the couch trying to get all comfortable.

posted by Hog 8:49 PM