Last night I went out and sucked down cigarettes like a chain smoker. It didn't matter what people were offering: Parliaments, cigars, Marlboros, Camel lights, cloves...I just went out onto the patio with a drink in one hand and nothing in the other and tried to see what I could find to fill it up. People were friendly as I floated around bumming and making small talk, I kept a smile on my face and never overstayed my welcome.
Everyone has got their religion, yes, and everyone has got their poison; something that they suck down to try to kill whatever painful thing they've got living deep inside themselves. And that poison will kill one thing and then create its own pain, only to be chased away by a new poison. Poison chases poison while the pain chases its tail.
But the good news is that, given enough time and enough smoke, you can make the pain go away.
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until morning--whenever it gets around to showing what kind of ugly.
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