A cigarette is the best form of substance abuse when beset by anxiety and worry. Not pharmacologically (I’m sure Xanex would trump a cigarette in most cases), but because it is the white man’s form of meditation really; I breathe my problem in (I hold it for a second and consider) and I breathe it out again and scatter it to the 4 winds. It gives you a quiet moment by which to reflect. The reflection is important, most of the time life’s strife - at least the mental (not if a friend suddenly dies in a car accident) - is caused by too little thinking or too much. A cigarette (or two, should you require a second) will pace you, give you a quiet moment with which to consider the cause of your anguish, to brood over it and find solution or - if no solution can be found - with stoic indifference, to resign yourself to deciding to simply continue to bear the burden.

“A cigarette is the perfect pleasure, because it always leaves one dissatisfied.”

The forbidden Tobacco Salad can fight parasites? 🤯😍

Eat cats? Is it worth it?

We might be adding a third pup to the Scootpack