This is a story from a friend in Scotland, a great writer and someone who is walking his own labyrinth with smoking. Click through to read the whole piece.
Is there a smoking car on this train?
By andrewinscotlandOK, so I quit smoking, right? And? So what? It’s hard and things suck and I can grumble and whine or I can just get on with it.
And that’s fine, life changes, we move on, and so I keep trying to get on with things, to make life bigger, and I am, but it’s an imaginary life I’m leading. Which is fine, if the illusion is honest, but it isn’t.
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