As a writer I am always looking for a way to quiet my mind. That way I can search for some pure thoughts. When I smoke that quieting happens almost immediately. But as a 21st century smoker, a problem arises when I have to put the cigarette out and go back inside to get to my computer. By the time I retrieve my eyeglasses and get into position, its back to the scramble.
No one ever talks about the nicotine buzz. The enjoyment of just one cigarette can really pack a punch. It’s like how romance novels are filled with eroticism. Consider that many prim ladies reading those nice romance novels in the airport or bus station are often reading sex scenes that would curl the toes of the most seasoned old school Penthouse Forum reader...