So, I would totally suck at being a teenager. Those cautionary movies about the dangers of peer pressure where someone ends up in a coma? That would be me. Only, it wouldn't even really take actual "Pressure" . . . just peers.
Last Friday, on the beach, I drank a pint of rum (mixed into o.j.), then over dinner I and a friend split a pitcher of beer, and later while shooting pool in a dive bar, I drank a long island iced tea (you know . . . five shots o'booze). As we were staking our claim on a table . . . establishing a base of operations if you will, The Chick mused that she wished she had a pack of smokes.
Being totally a victim of the slightest peer pressure . . . I immediately went darting to the bodega across the street and bought her some. And, then, over the course of shooting several games of pool and athletic games of air hockey . . . I puffed on three ciggies.
And the Phenom CAN NOT LET IT GO. Apparently, there is more danger to my well being from smoking three ciggies than ingesting huge quantities of booze while playing about in the ocean. Who Knew? Now, when I cough . . . asthma . . . the Phenom offers to go out and get me some cigarettes for that hack. sigh. It's not like I can even pawn the blame off on the Chick, seeing as how I bought them . . . although I don't know if I told the Phenom that little detail . . . oh well, somethings are better left unsaid, no?
2 comments:
Actually I was surprised that you smoked....I don't think I've ever seen you partake in that nastly little habit with me.
My apologies to The Phenom....
what can I say . . . I was trying to be one of the cool kids.
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