Last night while I was watching movies and doing laundry and drinking whiskey and cleaning my camera and plotting adventures and surfing Flickr and stealing music and chatting online…I had the strongest urge to smoke.
A cigar, some hookah, a handful of cancer sticks, a finely-tuned hash pipe. Really almost anything would have fit the bill. Perhaps it was a desire to be back in Europe where you can still get away with it (though Asia is clearly the last bastion of the smoker), or maybe just a desire to be outside saying ‘fuck you’ to the cold.
I didn’t fufill my urge, but it certainly has got my mind thinking about the Kasbah again. I let it slide over the holidays, but now I’m determined to have it up and running this quarter (maybe it’ll influence the ReDesign). By the time we’re out of this circus weather and into more consistent northern climes, there will be many nights spent on the balcony smoking and thinking great thoughts. This much I promise you.
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