I'm not really sure how long it's been now.
But it hasn't been long and I haven't picked up a cancer stick.
I pretty much stopped taking the nicorretes. Just take one very occasionally when it all gets too much.
Drinking doesn't solve the hatred I'm feeling for everyone.
I still hate everyone and now everything, I sort of love my puppy still. My only passion right now is finding some friends to go Tuna fishing in Portland Tuesday week.
I believe it's going off, here's a vid of the action from last w/e:
