From: jezzaroona
Category: Amis
Date: 6/29/99
Time: 10:28:11 AM
Remote Name: 195.44.206.105
Being a skint person who generally spends most of his days staring at a VDU trying to write, I am in a continual battle with the "sticks". It is amazing how much one could feasibly smoke in this situation (try multiplying the smoke-rate of a game of chess by the fag-count of a Friday night in the pub) and I want to keep my intake down to a minimum (reasons: a)health then b)cost).
At the moment I am engaging in particularly long stints at the computer and am smoking roll-ups this week rather than my usual Marlboro Lights or "Jazz Woodbines" - and what occurs to me is the greater sense of control/perspective you get of/on your habit when you smoke roll-ups. Like I say, one could munch one's way through cartons of MLs whilst writing before noticing the hole in one's wallet or respiratory system - but rolling roll-ups breaks up the usually unbroken sequence of "Maybe I want cigarette" and lighting one that most "straight" smokers experience. Also roll-ups go out which means rather than lighting one's ML and entering a system of having to smoke it before it burns its way to the end (stuffed full with oxidising agents you see, giving the filtered cigarette a finite life), one can take a few puffs of one's Samson or Drum or Golden Virginia or whatever and let it go out while one writes another sentence and then pick it up at a later moment when and only when one feels like it.
Anyway, enough of my Tales from the Rizla Packet. I want to hear more of Gooch's Tales from the Gas Station. I've done a few crappy jobs in my time but I've never worked in a US gas staion/con. store. Ever get held up? Any great stories? (PS You're dead right about the ridiculous name sthey give the cheaper cigarettes - Monarch! Regal! Ambassador! Why don't get a new bargain brand and call them "Gods"?