If I remember my hobo-lore correctly, you’re supposed to keep your ciggie butts in a dented Sucrets tin and when you have a sufficient quantity, sprinkle the contents delicately on a Bambu, rolling and licking the result while gazing off into the distance, contemplating your place in the universe.
Glad to hear you are currently in the midst of a lifestyle glow-up.
Jimmy and I sat here at our dining table listening and chuckling through this latest gem. "A hand job stand behind the Chevron station" killed us. It’s true what the productivity bros say about forming habits—choosing the identity we want is highly motivating. Realizing you don’t want to be a person whose behaviors are "aligned with the gutter” was like a cattle prod to the brain, causing you to change!
Ah, you remind me of the early 60s when I worked washing pots in the summer. If I wanted to take a break I had to go go out back and light a cigarette. Otherwise the boss would order me back into the kitchen. But he knew there was no way to wash pots and keep the ciggy dry.
If I remember my hobo-lore correctly, you’re supposed to keep your ciggie butts in a dented Sucrets tin and when you have a sufficient quantity, sprinkle the contents delicately on a Bambu, rolling and licking the result while gazing off into the distance, contemplating your place in the universe.
Glad to hear you are currently in the midst of a lifestyle glow-up.
I really appreciate the microcosmic hair-splitting of bad habits. Helps me see myself more clearly.
Thank you Mr. Norris! Want to come hang on Wednesday?
Oh hell yes, how does it work?
Hit me up on the gmails. Cintraw@gmail.
Jimmy and I sat here at our dining table listening and chuckling through this latest gem. "A hand job stand behind the Chevron station" killed us. It’s true what the productivity bros say about forming habits—choosing the identity we want is highly motivating. Realizing you don’t want to be a person whose behaviors are "aligned with the gutter” was like a cattle prod to the brain, causing you to change!
It wasn’t much of a change — I just literally got out of the gutter, but I think this may lead to better changes.
I appreciate your honesty. But that IS a big change!
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Ah, you remind me of the early 60s when I worked washing pots in the summer. If I wanted to take a break I had to go go out back and light a cigarette. Otherwise the boss would order me back into the kitchen. But he knew there was no way to wash pots and keep the ciggy dry.
“Like a dog returneth to its own vomit”… That was a chapter title in one of your books, I can’t remember which one!