Tomacco!

For the last couple of days, I’ve been obsessively watching Portishead’s Roseland New York over the last couple of days. I think the reason for this is Beth Gibbon’s constant smoking. I know I smoke like a fucking chimney; shit I go through about a pack a day (and that’s on a GOOD day). Speaking of, I feel ciggie time coming soon. My back pain has dulled a bit. Now it’s a constant pain (sort of like streaming webradio) that I’m constantly aware of but not agonizing over. Does anyone want a spine for wall decoration? I’m donating mine! Thanks!