
Another year of the twenty first century. Boy they do
keep flying by ehh? Tonight at 11:55 seven years ago, the year the computers were supposed to CRASH, Bic and I lit a final cigarette. That had been the last puff of tabacco that I have had. Bic had a little cheat while I was working in England that winter, I think she had one or two and then came to her senses. Quiting cigs was tough, and still to this day there are times when my brain tells me, ohh a cigarette would taste so good right now. I know someone who had quit for 14 years, and still that piece of the brain would taunt her. I still have spent most of my years smoking. OK THIS IS BORING.HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR





































































































































