Out of My Skin

Since this past Friday, I’ve only had three cigarettes. I’m pretty surprised. And I figured I’d be in a state of deep depression or lying in bed this whole time, which hasn’t really been the complete case so far.

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Day 5 (Again)

I haven’t had a smoke in five days as of today (again). This is when it usually gets hard for me and I break down. 

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Painting and Quitting

I’m thinking about interviewing some of my artist friends about their art process and posting them here. 

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Dragging: Another Type of Epidemic

I’ve been dragging. Maybe it’s desert life? No. It’s being sick. I haven’t been well in a long time actually. I’ve been lost in a trade-off. The war on drugs vs misery.

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