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I good friend rescued me from a potentially violent, me-against-the-world, episode last night. And I ended up at a hookah lounge of all places.

One must grasp experiences like that with both of your stubby and (sometimes) slimy hands.

Thoughts critical of smoking or drinking in moderation assume that life is a permanent arrangement or best lead cautiously. However life is a temporary arrangement and who knows how it would be best to live it?

I am exhausted and could sleep for two days But much happier

Thanks to all the beautiful people