Lets Create 'Sintrest'

I used to write quite consistently, back when LiveJournal was the biggest thing since flavored coffee creamer. At some point, I got extremely annoyed with everyone who thought it was their civic duty to inform me that they didn't agree with my personal opinions. Some people should make it their civic duty to purchase duct tape; the rest of us have a moral obligation to silence self important assholes with nothing better to do than read online blogs.

I miss the days when smoking a cigarette wasn't such an act of terrorism. I enjoy smoking a cigarette. I am not a chain smoker, nor do I smoke in my house. I resort to torturing myself in sub-zero temperatures, gale winds, torrential rains, and blizzard conditions on my porch. Why do I endure? Because I like it and I have absolutely no ambition to grow old. Problems get solved within that small window of opportunity I have between the moment I light a cigarette up and put one out. It may only be 15 minutes, but that is 15 minutes of my life where I am completely alone, in silence, and engaging in mental clarity. My limbs could freeze off; my fingers could go numb or my ass end could freeze to the hard plastic of my porch furniture but I could care less. I'm in my zone. There is only one thing that could keep me from my 15 minutes of nicotine paradise-- a dysfunctional apparatus that creates fire.Even though we might have made significant advances and progress in pyrotechnics; mankind's stuggle always boils down to the primitive quest for fire. Nothing disgruntles me more than a lighter that fails to function.