SPICY THEN NICOTINE-FREE
I think I'm trying to kill myself off. I love spicy chicken wings -- both boned and boneless. The other day I had several. They were delicious. But. The big but. Woke up the next morning with nuclear heartburn. I swallowed several Rolaids and drank a half-gallon of milk. Not good. Is this one of the signs of getting older?
Then. I want to quit smoking. Been failing miserably. I bought a pack of herbal, nicotine-free cigarettes. Cost twice as much as regular buds. They are made with leaf of lotus, corn silk, and licorice root. I figured if I could wean myself off the nicotine, I could soon break the habit altogether. Smoking is the second stupidest thing I've ever done in my life. Anyway, I lit one of those herbal sticks up and inhaled. Thought I was gonna die right there, right then. Sucking on a car tailpipe would've been a smarter thing to do.
Okay. I'm done grousing. For the moment. Hey, if I smoke a spicy wing I'll ... never mind. Another lame idea in a long line of lame ideas.