I took up smoking a pipe awhile back-the tobacco kind-the legal tobacco kind. It is soothing and one of the few vices I have left.
I brought it and my tobacco to rehab., not sure I was allowed to have it, but yes, I was able to smoke there. I usually ended the day puffing away by the fire with my other rehab homies.
As we were not able to smoke inside or in group, I thought it would be funny to get a bubble pipe and 'pretend' to smoke in group one day.
The nice thing was they did let us out in public-chaperoned, but we could leave the site. I found a set, mind you, of bubble pipes-score!
The next morning I fill my 'pipe' with that soap bubble liquid and off I go.
With a real pipe, you suck in, with a bubble pipe, you blow out.
Note to self, I need to blow out.
Of course I take a big breath and suck in all that soapy crap! Spew! And then after having my mouth washed out with soap, I drop the "f" bomb, continuously. Then proceed to throw my bubble pipes away.
About Me/About Time
- Karma Knoblauch
- Middle age...gads, how did I get here? With a new limited beverage selection. I think some of this can be traced to those life experiences, visited upon me by my family. In no particular order, the following stories have shaped my life.
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