Dawn went deep and broke late
Well yea, after all it WAS daylight savings time.
And Dawn? Well...Dawn was not a wide receiver.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Gimme' That Last Cigarette
One night, Julieann and I settled back for another look at what is perhaps the greatest televised series of all time, "The Wire." The opening of the show includes a kick-ass theme song, "Way Down In The Hole." Different artists recorded versions of this song for each of the five seasons of the show including; The Blind Boys of Alabama, Waits, The Neville Brothers, DoMaJe and Steve Earle. It's a classic piece of music that makes you want to close your eyes and do some smooth moves on the dance floor.
One other thing; there is also a close up of a man taking a deep drag off a freshly lit cigarette. I quit smoking over 30 years ago when the Great Biker in the Sky (Yes Toto, He rides a Harley) sent me a strong message to "Stop or else." Nonetheless, after all that time I could light one up right now and, in my mind's eye believe I was in Heaven. Somehow though, I still am able to understand that such an act would literally bring me closer to that day...even though Saint Pete would likely look on me like Republicans look on Obama and tell me to "move on Bubba."
Pretty remarkable how some addictions never completely leave you. Yet, I still flirt with danger by having a stogie every month or two, typically on the golf course with pal Don Brunelle. It's kinda' like dancing with the Devil near the pearly gates "knowwhatimean' Vern?!"
Back to "The Wire." The dialogue, realism and acting are spectacular. Really. I could binge watch that sucker from beginning to end...again. It would be kinda like taking that deep drag off just one cigarette, or maybe a pack, or maybe a carton.
Smoking...nicotine...it happens when you pay the tobacco companies to let them try to kill you. Can you taste that irony as it hits your lungs and enters your bloodstream?!
One other thing; there is also a close up of a man taking a deep drag off a freshly lit cigarette. I quit smoking over 30 years ago when the Great Biker in the Sky (Yes Toto, He rides a Harley) sent me a strong message to "Stop or else." Nonetheless, after all that time I could light one up right now and, in my mind's eye believe I was in Heaven. Somehow though, I still am able to understand that such an act would literally bring me closer to that day...even though Saint Pete would likely look on me like Republicans look on Obama and tell me to "move on Bubba."
Pretty remarkable how some addictions never completely leave you. Yet, I still flirt with danger by having a stogie every month or two, typically on the golf course with pal Don Brunelle. It's kinda' like dancing with the Devil near the pearly gates "knowwhatimean' Vern?!"
Back to "The Wire." The dialogue, realism and acting are spectacular. Really. I could binge watch that sucker from beginning to end...again. It would be kinda like taking that deep drag off just one cigarette, or maybe a pack, or maybe a carton.
Smoking...nicotine...it happens when you pay the tobacco companies to let them try to kill you. Can you taste that irony as it hits your lungs and enters your bloodstream?!
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