Cigs and Chocolate Milk, yes Rufus At times in my life, I have often been apt to suggest (along with my dearest friendsAndrea) that we should pick up smoking. While the homework thickens, the dance auditions push closer together, the IB dates creak around the corner, and college seems to hit me in the face, my arm often bends at the elbow and out of nowhere my two prominant fingers are pressed against my lips as I inhale on nothing. Ok, so maybe not, but I can't help but imagine how soothing a long cool drag would be. The release of the narcotics into my blood, the rush of hormones through my brain, the throb of my full lungs, the release of my physical tensions and hopefully my mental ones too. Obviously, I oppose smoking whole heartedly and would rather inject rubber into my blood stream than voluntarily release tar into my lung sacks, but still the option remains. Maybe I will just lighten my load instead of dig my early grave. Anyone got a light?
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