hittin a major funk. went to an astros game last night, which i never do. about 25 college kids all around us. many dippers. guy next to me opens up a can of copenhagen (new can) and pops in a dip in the top of the 1st. I suddenly become acutely aware of many things. I can smell every grain of tobacco in minute maid park, i notice every time sombody spits in a can. I see the catcher pull his mask up and spit underneath it. Craves are passing in waves through me. I can see everyone who is dipping and I want a dip very, very badly.
Weird as shit. I tell my wife, "Look, that guy, that guy, that guy, that guy, that guy, that guy, and that guy are all dipping." She says "Your weird". Then says, "You OK?"
It passses and I am OK. Still a friggin addict though.
Still a junky ass friggin addict. And still want a dip.
fuck me.
Not gonna do it though. but feeling pretty sorry for myself today.