I remind myself several times a day "you don't smoke cigarettes anymore."
I like dry humor. I like to make jokes. I turn negatives into positives. I stress myself out over unanswerable questions. It's hard to forgive myself some days. I'm grey. I'm a'capella. Sometimes unnoticeable. The heat really gets to me in the winter. One day I'll find myself. Maybe in a diner. Maybe in a pizzeria. Maybe in some two bit gin joint on the other side of the Mississippi. Or, maybe, this side of the Mississippi. The point is: random is the key to happiness.