I might truely have crossed into the pocked, unlevel terrain of full-on lush (Yeah, like this is my first foray into that territory. Moving on....). This morning, my mouth phleghmy and tooth-sweatered, I recalled bumming cigarettes last night outside of Townhouse. I adore smoking while I'm drinking, but I don't really ever do it otherwise. My ashtray mouth makes me wish I could have a Bar Locker at my favorite drinking holes filled with goods I only need on my nightly constitutions: a copy of Catchphrase, cigarettes, a lighter, and maybe some pot (though, maybe not). Gum might not be a bad addition, either.

And my dignity.