I started stealing cigarettes from my parents once in a while clear back in 1970 when I was 10 years old.

By that time I was already a veteran beer drinker and was also swiping my old mans Seagrams 7 and McNaughtens whiskey and downing it straight

So basically 55 years I have been a documented delinquent.

I have quit smoking a couple of times, once for over a year. That was back in the late 80’s when the cheeky bastards at the convenience stores started putting cigarettes in a cup next to the register and selling them for 10 cents.

One thin dime and I was off to the races again.

I have quit a couple times since but after a while started in again. Currently, I haven’t smoked a cigarette since the morning of my last surgery, March 17th.

I am using a Vape the wife gave me but even with that I am not ingesting even half of the nicotine I was , plus none of that tar and other crap that go with cigarettes.

What may have inspired this post and that headline you may ask?

My damn truck..

Every time I have gotten in that damn thing since the surgery the inside of the truck has smelled like a giant rolling ashtray.

The reek would just slam you in the face every time I opened the door.

I finally couldn’t stand it anymore so today I opened that ashtray up and cleaned it out. Along with several butts and a bunch of ashes all over the place.

I almost feel bad because it was a virgin when I bought the truck but whatever.

So hopefully that stink will be gone now. If not, there are escalating steps that can be taken…

I have a cousin who used to live here in Washington, Washougal to be exact.

He is the reason I moved over here from Portland after I graduated college back in 1991.

He offered me a place to live at his house and we were roomies for a couple of years at least.

His name is Mark and he is a Stand Up guy.

He came in to town last weekend for a family matter and while he is here, he swung by and did a shit ton of yard work for me that I haven’t been able to do. I dug out the weed eater and got it going and he went to town.

Again.

I say again because he was in town last year when I sent out a plea for help and a whole bunch of friends and family showed up to clean the yard. Last year there was 9 of us total and it took 6 hours and 3 trips to the recycling place with yard debris to get the joint cleaned up.

I used to do it all by myself but those days are gone.

Mark is two weeks older than my younger brother and has been more like a brother than a cousin for a long time.

He reads the Blog to keep up with me because he lives in Texas now after he got married to a wonderful woman.

So Thank You again my man, it’s always great to see you and I’m looking forward to catching you again before you head back home.

Lova ya dude.

Look at the results of this MSNBC poll and tell me if any of you married guys line up with those results.

I will say I certainly know how to do all of that shit, I was a batchelor for many years before I got remarried but The Wifely Unit is a staunch Conservative and a deep believer in traditional gender roles.

And I love her dearly for it.

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