Smoking is a mature way to cope with our feelings about life… a little kid inside a grown-up’s body. Let’s watch the little kid…
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An Adult Smoking and Coping (A Fantasy)
I don’t care what they say or do.
Who do they think they are?
I am not going to change or be the one that backs down on this.
I did the last time, but they are not going to run my life this time.
I’ve come too far to go back now.
Gloria, are you listening to me?
Turn around and stopping watching what’s going on back there.
It’ll just make them think we care.
And your hands on your hips are a great touch of attitude, but looking back like that only gives them more power.
You need to smoke. Turn around. A cigarette will take your mind off what they’re trying to do to us.
You do realize it’s us… not just me.
Damn it, Gloria, turn around. Don’t let them run your life.
Randy Mazie
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“Turn around and stop watching….” I’d love to hear Gloria’s side of this story. In fact, I think I’ll go ask her.
I’m so glad to see a well balanced piece of reporting..
We’re like the new Woodward and Bernstein, Siskel and Ebert, Penn and Teller, Dun and Bradstreet, Laurel and Hardy…
Mom always liked you best…
You’re right. Mom always liked me best. But you were a close second!
But what you don’t know is that you’re not my brother. The police brought you to our house and told mom that they would come pick you back up any time you were bad or treated me badly.
I think she’s calling them now…
Oh grow up. That threat doesn’t work on me. Is she really…? No, I don’t believe it. Mom? Mom are you there? Mom talk to me. I’m sorry Mom. It won’t happen again. Promise. I’ll be good….
Hehehehehe…
This is kind of a crazy “backwards look”, Randy. 😉
I hear that a lot… that the cigarette helps cope in some way. “My nerves are shot, I need a cigarette.” “I’m so stressed out right now, where are my cigarettes?” It’s like they said in Total Recall. I don’t remember the exact quote, but the Rekall guy said our memories are only a series of chemical reactions telling us this is what we remember.
I love that you can’t remember the exact quote from Total Recall…
I can’t believe I didn’t realize I did that. 🙂
Great one Randy. Turn around and do what you will huh?
Love the way you capture that blase look: she’s almost fighting for control. How much kids grow up when they hold a cigarette like that….
Nice!
thanks