I quit smoking cigarettes. I quit smoking pot. I quit drinking to excess. The tobacco pipe and general fat fuckery are all I have left. One of them will kill me long before the other, so I’m focused on that (admittedly half-ass focused, but trying).
Whether or not I feel as though tobacco pipes are a significant enough risk to my longevity to outweigh the pleasure and stress relief they provide is a decision that can wait until I address high blood pressure, high cholesterol, GERD, gout, back pain, fatty liver, and everything else that has come along with 20 years of eating like a fois gras goose.
Whether or not I feel as though tobacco pipes are a significant enough risk to my longevity to outweigh the pleasure and stress relief they provide is a decision that can wait until I address high blood pressure, high cholesterol, GERD, gout, back pain, fatty liver, and everything else that has come along with 20 years of eating like a fois gras goose.