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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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not the 70’s. nice attempt. clothes, glasses, and head gear slightly wrong. especially the 2000 something car in the background.
yah had be there.
yep..
at 0:24 just as she’s getting into the T-Bird, you can see a Lexus in the parking lot behind her.
Great catch! Had me fooled.
Production values aside, she’s too soy-fed and carb-loaded to be from back when and not be Barbra Streisand.
Not bad though!
it’s video and looks it- first reveal.
Just finished my last Marlboro of the day.
“Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
Lord, you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette.”
One day a few years ago my girlfriend—she was 25 at the time—came up to me and asked, “Mike, I want you to teach me how to smoke.” I was happy to oblige her. Probably going to Hell for that one.
To smoke properly involves a certain style so you don’t look like a novice—or worse, an idiot. Bogart and Bacall knew how:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZPUZyOfwZU
If you ever find yourself backpacking to the ruins of Kuelap in Peru, feel free to light up:
http://mikeaustin.org/Peru/img0021.jpg
Ok then, one more Marlboro.
Been smoking for about 44 years now. I quit every night when I go to bed. Damn if I don’t pick the habit right back up the next morning.
I have actually quit several times over the years, the longest period, three months, before succumbing to the siren song of the evil Nicotine.
Harder habit to give up than Heroin, or so they say.
I was a moderate smoker for 18 years, my preference Camel Filters. But when my wife was pregnant with 1st child, she asked me (didn’t tell me – asked) to consider quitting to help prevent possible asthma for the kid.
So I gave up smoking in spring of 1998. Been holding since.
Still miss it, especially this time of year. Favorite part of waking up was getting out of bed, putting on a jacket and lighting up inside the carport in cold atmosphere. Oooh – I miss it. But not enough to start up again. Especially with price of them now.
You did the right thing. Tried Camel filters—not bad. Also tried Luckies, Kents and Cool Menthols. All good.
Wake up in a tent right before sunrise. Step out into the cold and fire up the stove. Look out at a small, fog covered lake. Listen to the fading howls of coyotes. See my trusty Surly bicycle parked against a tree, panniers covered in dew. Set my camp chair. Grab my coffee. Light up a smoke.
God is good.
I quit on the operating table in 2008 just prior to having the same aneurysm repaired that killed my brother 15 years earlier (and almost killed his son while he was on the operating table).
Mine was spotted by accident, the surgeon told me I didn’t have a year left in it.
remember, cigaret butts ar not litter.
A pack of smokes costs $16.00 in Canada now…
New York City $12.85, $4.35TX
an internet search shows we have five gas stations, one in my neighborhood.
can’t vouch for accuracy.
Tobacco is a dirty weed, I like it
It satisfies no normal need, I like it
It makes you thin,
It makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean,
Its the worst damn stuff I’ve ever seen,
I like it.
Cars.
Cigars.
gitarz
I’ll see your cigars, and guitars and raise you: girlz.
You WIN!
gurlz gunz gitarz, wut else do you need?
I fold, Casey. Girlz is the winning hand!
Sweeps in his chips. Lights a cigar. Tips each man back one chip.
Another giveaway: one of the T-Bird’s passenger side tail light’s bulbs is burned out or missing.
And I love me my smokes that have been giving me pleasure for fifty-two years now. Can’t smoke the store-boughts since the Regime in every state forced tobacco companies to make all cigarettes the “FIRE-SAFE” kind, because the chemicals that retard their burning continuously turn my stomach into a wretched, upset, writhing cauldron (plus, you have to hot box – take much too frequent drags on those “FIRE-SAFE” smokes so they won’t extinguish themselves). So I’ve since been making my own, on a Supermatic machine, with the filter-on empty tubes and Bugler tobacco. Just one more instance of the Regime snuffing out another pleasure that’s none of the Regime’s damned business.
Auntie, I tried rolling my own but could never quite master it. My cigarettes came out looking like the joints I smoked in college.
My dear Mike, I don’t hand-roll my smokes – that’s a feat that always escaped my mastery. Using the Supermatic machine (which can no longer be bought – it’s been discontinued, but there are other machines not as good that are still sold) and pre-made tubes that have the filters already attached, turns out very nicely made ciggies that are the equal of store-bought ciggies, without the store-boughts’ downside of “FIRE-SAFE” self-extinguishing chemicals.
Thank you kindly. I’ll give it a go and report back.
Mike, I just put up a picture of various home roll tools on my ipernity site; http://www.ipernity.com/doc/319805/51075550
The crank top machine or the Bugler push, both using Top pre made tubes, are easiest to use producing consistent results.
The one that looks like a cigarette case is a French made roller, nuff said.
The old standby, double rollers wrapped with an apron still works fine if you want non-filters.
Thank you! Going to get moving on this.
A long time ago I rolled one by hand and it looked like one of Mike’s joints. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. In those days, post-army, I was a professional smoker but that hand rolled one treated me like a beginner. Ever smoked a Pall Mall filterless? Like that, but much more harsh, and dense. 2-3 hits and I was suffering from nicotine overload. Yes, that’s possible. I didn’t have an urge for another smoke for several hours. My guess is that the manufacturing process for the store bought kind with a filter renders a smoke that is very mild and therefore you want another one pretty quick. Hand rolled is like putting a blower and headers on it. You get ALL the benefit and zero coddling. You’ll smoke less too.
I was a professional smoker but that hand rolled one treated me like a beginner.
I’ve known that feeling, too, Ghostsniper, but it was from rolling my own smokes with Drum tobacco, which a buddy recommended. Bout knocked me on my keister the first time I smoked one. Went back to tailor mades after that.
“Gitanes”.
2-3 drags, they were like getting shotgunned (the weed kind) through a stovepipe.
Shermans. And champagne for breakfast. Frampton was right.
The film quality is too good. Can’t believe anyone was fooled by this. Of course, it sounds like you just in a pissy mood today as you are bashing cruises and being duped by an easily spotted fake.
Charles, have a shot of whiskey. It will lighten up your mood this cold November morning.
One tequila
Two tequila
Three tequila
Floor
Another tell is the girls eye mascara swoop thing at outer edge. Too 2020, reminds me of election fraud. The great truck, though, reminds me of full forensic audit. Dunno why, just the way my mind works.
I started smoking tobacco cigarettes as a teen. I never really liked it actually. The smell, the nasty breath, the dirty ash-tray, etc. That shit is poison!
I had habituated it, as sort of a timing mechanism at work.
I quit when my son was born. Never looked back. In fact, I laugh when I realize that when I quit they had reached the awful price of $1 per pack of 20. Now they are $10 I think. My logic, in addition to the health benefits for all members of the family, was that @ $1 per pack / per day = $365…I thought, Hey, I could buy a new rifle every year for that kind of money….so I did for a decade or more.
Been smoking weed for more than 50 years now and would never consider giving up on Mary-Jane. She is my first love and I’ll never quit her.
I’ve never smoked tobacco!
God I’m bad,I thought the chick was a hooker, with her date picking her up. Sheesh!
VI
I’ve gone a few rounds with cigarettes. Even though I no longer smoke, I don’t mind the smell, and I don’t get tempted to start again. There are few buzzes quite so pleasant as a fresh cup of hot coffee, and a Marlboro. Last time I quit was in 1999. Nicotine withdrawal doesn’t have much to recommend it, but when it came time to quit, I figured I bought the ticket, and may as well take the ride. It’s not that bad. (Abundant weed helps, though.)
JWM
My dad quit smoking when he was 43 just to win an office cold turkey group bet during November and January. Everyone else dropped out right away just to have a cigarette, but had to keep paying into the pot. He wanted the money so bad, that he won. After 8 weeks he had started to really taste how good food was again, so he decided to stop for good. I’m so glad he did. Our house had stunk like death from his smoking, dirty cigarette and cigar butts, overflowing ashtrays. His teeth were yellow from it and all of our clothes and hair reeked off it. My eyes were constantly red during my first 13 years of life. I was most glad that he stopped though, because I got to have him in my life until he was 87, when his smoke ravaged lungs finally did him in. Smoking had caused him agony with gum disease and losing most of his teeth in his 50’s and 60’s. Lots of painful periodontal visits, all for naught. In his 70’s and 80’s he began the cycle of hospitalizations for pneumonia—the major sign that the cancer is eating away at your lungs. Very common in smokers and ex-smokers. In his final few years, the cancer grew to the size of a tennis ball between his lungs. This was causing congestive heart failure. He never told me. Finally learned about it from his doctor at the end. He fought the good fight at the end, beating the pneumonia, and was scheduled to leave the hospital when one of those lovely hospital based infections hit him. He was gone 8 agonizing hours later, slowly suffocating as his lungs filled with fluid, too weak and lacking in breath to even speak. My dad was always a very active and social guy, up at the crack of dawn, eager to start his day and also a night owl. I believe that if he had never smoked that he probably would have made it in mostly good health and with his sharp mind to see 100. I so wish he had. I miss him every day since his passing 4 years ago. Smoke if you must. Smoke if you enjoy it. Just realize that those who love and care about you will wish that you didn’t. You will too some day.
To each his own Annie, I’ve no problem with your opinion on smoking but I do feel it’s rather presumptuous of you telling me I’ll wish I didn’t some day.
Smoking has to be done right, or it looks silly. Her smoking is too deliberate. I see the same sort of thing when I see the rare millenial with a cig. Every part of the ritual: reaching for the pack/box, tapping one out, putting the box back, lighting up, and drawing the first puff, looks rehearsed for the camera. Same sort of thing goes with the tokers who waited “until it was legal”. They look like plastic hippies. 😉
JWM
Then there’s Pulp Fiction Smoking. Red Apples, anyone?
@Rev.Bro. Generik Broderick—that bird-wing swoop of eyeliner has been around for a long time. The mid-50s at the least. The style comes and goes. Go back and watch the early Raquel Welch movies, and you’ll see her wearing it. Sophia Loren in the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80, 90s etcetera. She’s still wearing it, in fact. All the Bond girls wore it, especially in the early movies. My oldest sister is 75 and she is still wearing the bird-wing.
After 30 years of menthols of one brand or another, I smoked my last on 9/25/02 and haven’t touched tobacco since. I still enjoy the occasional whiff of secondhand smoke – getting rarer and rarer these days, but I have no desire to ever return to that bondage. Good riddance to it.
Never got addicted to cigarettes, but cigars crept up on me a few years ago. Convinced myself that there could be no harm in one every few days… Plus they would annoy all the right people. Pretty soon they were whispering to me morning and evening begging to be sprung from the shiny new humidor and taken out for a walk and a puff in the park.
Had to put a stop to it. And that was painful for a while.
The other dead giveaway besides production values and Lexus was the lingering bell-bottoms closeup. Pudding over-egged.
My physician said he can’t wait to turn 60.
“I’ll start smoking again. I’ll be dead before I get cancer.”
My kinda guy.
“Doc, how about a prostate exam?”
“No need. You’ll be dead before cancer kills you.”
He believes that coronary artery disease is caused by tiny blood clots that get stuck and accumulate. Then inflammation. Then calcify. Then a larger clot gets stuck, and that’s that.
Hence, aspirin.