Life sometimes feels like this cigarette can. Momentary pleasures that end in nasty stubs jammed into an overcrowded can. Getting no where fast but heading towards long term deleterious effects. It doesn't make sense but since when do bad habits make sense?
(Note from the blogmeister: Sorry, couldn't help myself. I was in my pulp fiction, detective dime novel mood. tee hee Unfortunately this post/photo may ring true more than we care to admit.)
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