It’s 1:40 and I’m lying in bed with my eyes open.
Maybe it was the two or three glasses of Coke I’d had a couple hours prior - that whiskey doesn’t counteract it as much as you’d think. Maybe it was the insomnia I’ve been fighting for the past week or so.
Either way, I wasn’t about to fall asleep. It had been one of those nostalgic evenings. I did some problems for chemistry, but I couldn’t focus on it for long. A walk around this side of campus - up to GCCIS and around through UC - had made quick work of what little chew I had left.
I needed a smoke.
I nearly quit last month when I was really sick. The chew was meant to tide me over and wean me off the nicotine habit I’d spent five years building, and it did it’s job until I was well enough to breathe again.
BP was asleep and his car was locked, so I couldn’t bum one from him. Every bike in the building was locked up, so I couldn’t borrow one. Jym had been made responsible for Goffin’s bike and left his keys on the coffee table, but it turned out to be a combination lock. I strapped on my roller blades and headed out for Hess - about a half-hour walk, based on previous experience.
My back is feeling a lot better than it usually does after skating. One fresh Camel Light. One quick shower to rinse away the sweat.
Now I’m ready to sleep.
1) The whiskey does not counteract the coke because it is not a 1:1 ratio…candy-ass.
2) For everyone else who is pointing fingers…Don’t go blame me for Brock smoking again.
I blame sharks. You never know when one is going to get you, especially during the summer. So you always want that last pull of sweet, sweet tobacco before you take your chances with the briney deep…
Damn sharks.