Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Quitting cigarettes is far easier than quitting rage!
Well over a month since I officialy quit cigarettes with a success rate thus far that I had completely ruled as impossible. I do however owe no small debt of gratitude to other supplemental forms of nicotine intake. It is quite true, I have parted ways with the boorish and obscene cigarette (I have only begun to see it as boorish and obscene since quitting in an effort to turn myself off to them all together). I have in NO WAY kicked the addiction to nicotine however. I still damn well better have my Vitamin-N or you had better believe I will be down your throat like a pissed off wolverine with a assfull of hornets. That being said...I have discovered the previously hidden joys of the older and more refined methods of tobacco usage. Cigars, Pipe smoking, and Snuff. So far I seem to enjoy the middle to lower high end cigars, not the most expensive but not the cheapest either, pipe tobacco seems to be burley and latakia, and snuff...ahhhh snuff. Now let's get something down right out of the gate. I am NOT talking aboutthe snuff like Skoal, or Copenhagen or the the stuff you see Bubba McFlannel with his lower lip packed full of. NO NO NO NO NO. Not that, that is moist snuff or more accurately dip. The primer pick-up truck crowd can keep that stuff (I have used it on occasion, but a can dries into dust long before I finish it) The snuff I use is dry NASAL snuff. The real snuff. The stuff that the word SNUFF came from. In the nose. Sniffin snuff. Nose candy, Tobaccocaine, Sheffield Pride, Sneezing Powder. I have to say, I have a major love affair with Nasal snuff. I've spent in the neighborhood of $250 amassing my current stash/collection/supply of various nasal snuffs from around the world. England, Germany, India, The Netherlands...even the good old U.S. of A has some nasal snuff that actually doesn't suck. Namely Rooster, which is a weapon of doom in the snuff world...it can and it will blow your head off. My wife says at times snuff has actually become an obsession with me. I suppose it has. I wouldn't want to live in a world without my nose packed full of tobacco dust and spices from halfway around the globe. Elitist bastard that I am. It must mean something like obession when I had been willing to shell out $35 for a Patrick Collins snuffbox without hesitation. This is a wooden box just slightly bigger that the cassette tapes that went into hand held recorders and answering machines. A small small wooden box indeed for a nearly $40 price tag. If were to retain the same size to price ratio it would make a lovely $1500 Jewelry Box. I guess It's safe to say I am FAR from tobacco free, but at least I have parted ways with the demonized cigarette. I have to say though, the cigarette was blocking me from so much enjoyment that the others provide. With Snuff, Pipes, hookahs and cigars...there is the much loved nicotine aspect but there is the sensual enjoyment that I had never been able to enjoy with cigarettes. Cigarettes were just a form of addiction maintenence, where the others have a seperate and sensory pleasure all their own. Even trying snuff and cigars while i still smoked cigarettes, cigarettes somehow had made it impossible to sense the underlying joys and nuiances of the other tobacco forms. To others out there (not that anyone fucking reads this but oh well) who want to give up cigarettes..try some of the alternatives. Ignore the fucking stupid ass morons who ramble on about trading one form of addiction for another. Fuck those stupid asses, it's better to do something LESS deadly that keep doing something deadly because some stupid dickface made you feel like you had to make an all or nothing commitment. Just choke those dumb bastards. See! SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!? It's is SOOOOOO much easier to quit cigarettes that to quit blind rage.
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