you could have it all, my empire of dirt.



i broke a promise to myself today.
i smoked.
i didn't know it's common knowledge that shisha contained tobacco.
"... so where did you think all the smoke came from?"
i thought i was just fruity, dirty air in a pretty vase. a cheap thrill.
i know, i know.
it begun as a spontaneous novelty for me. unfortunately for me, the guy i smoked it with, A*, quit smoking (cigarettes) two days before. he failed to mention the two days part in all his casualness, hence my assumption that it was, well, a while ago.
for his girlfriend. he quited for his girlfriend.
who of course, was there, to bridle in smiling silence, for the two hours we were smoking shisha in arab st.

a little... wracked with guilt.
my mom would cry if she knew. my father's partial, shotgun excuse for being the bastard he is, is, you guessed it, smoking. doesn't help that he is your typical japanese man.
the gf, my especially close friend, hinted, and i didn't notice.
he was trying to quit. and i sprouted horns, forked tail and turned flaming red.
i caused the first rift between them. being franky sorta people, we mended, but still.
i broke a passionate promise to myself. and enjoyed it, when i was non the wiser.
pathetically queasey, from the guilt, nicotine and loath combination.

honestly though, i'd admit.
it was fun, learning how to smoke. breathing techniques, apple minty taste on my tongue, the minor high, pretty vase, looking like a dragon(a feat harder then i thought) and a keepsake. :)
pictures to come.

wikipedia can't quite decide if shisha is worse or not as bad as cigarettes.

i know in weeks to come, this would be a laughable insider joke between the three of us.
but for now,
all the beautiful, crafty, underground things i hysterically, feverishly adore in arab st won't tempt me back there anytime soon. nope. not even CHEAP GORGEOUS fabric.

this is where the practical bitch in me chimes in with,
"ah well, at least i got fantastic craftacious stuff today already!"

what a bitch, no? :)