WHY?
Inhale, exhale. Why does smoking taste so good to me? It fills my mind with wonder, fills my stomach with food, and releases my tension all at the same time. The sweet taste of sticky blueberry on my tongue, yum. I sit back, relax, and I am on top of the world-drifting off into the clouds of music and laughter. I have no care in the world, pure, zen relaxation. I can feel a safety net around me, letting me know that everything will be ok from here. Then suddenly I feel a rumble from my stomach, hunger has set in.
I run straight to the kitchen, rummaging through everything and anything i can get my hands on. The question here was, what do i want to eat? I peak my head into the fridge, but all I find is some hot sauce, eggs, yogurt, and a few other unappealing items. What’s a girl to do with her head in the skies and no food? So I sit back and think for a bout 15 minutes and come to the conclusion that Pizza Delivery should definitely be on the agenda for today. I pick up the phone and place an order at PaPa Johns pizza for 1 large pepperoni pizza and a large coke all for myself. I get half off at PPJs because of a close friend, so it kinda makes the pizza taste better I think.
Orders in and it’s time to wait. But waiting doesn’t work for me, so why not pass some time with a little more burnin’. Roll it, lick it, light it. Now breathe it in, and let it out. Thoughts one by one rushing quickly through my mind. Business on the brain, mane this shit’s insane! I am living in the future, and not in the now. Maybe I should stop smoking, but Buddha tells me "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." At this present moment in time it feels right, so I guess I’ll just listen to the expert.
Some times bad things just feel good. Smoking is bad, but tastes oh so good. It’s not just the taste that’s great, but the feeling you get when the taste initiates. You just know that your perception is about to be turned upside down. Now let me make sure that you recognize, that I am prescribed. "Peace comes from within, but some need a little help finding it,” is what my doctor teaches me. There are many different tastes to smoking, I always say that you can’t say you don’t like it if you’ve only tried it once. Open up your inner peace and see for yourself whether you want to taste it or not.
Ring ring goes the doorbell, pizza is here! The door opens and a creamy, thick, potent substance creeps out the door slowly. The man took a step back, looked a little startled. He muttered “I like that smell.” I smile, look back at him and say “you wanna taste?”
