Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyWx8bxw0ik)
Good morning, all! It's nice to be drinking Assam tea from the East India Company again. I'd been out of it for a while. Like being back with an old friend...
... and speaking of which...
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Originally Posted by dreams
Thanks for answering my curiosity and what a great story to mark your decision, Stitchawl.
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One of the difficult parts of no longer smoking was giving up 'old friends...' my favorite lighter that had been an award for winning a competition, the 'after-dinner cigarette,' even the action of reaching into my pocket to take out a cigarette, three fingers gripping the lighter and igniting it, and that first drag... These 'old friends' had been with me for more than 40 years...
unconscious habits repeated every hour or two... since I was 11 years old... I really did have to re-learn how to go through my day. I'd like to kick the Marlboro Man in the ghoolies for influencing me as a little kid.
Stitchawl