This is me drawing.

04-22-08-01, I’m listening to the Slackers parked at home facing the Sun and I’m lookin’ at the reflection of my mouth on my forehead in the rear-view mirror and I start thinkin’ about how 90% of my smoking is just out of habit. It’s become so regular that when I don’t smoke for a single day I think I’m some sort of non-smoker. It’s time to cut back when my chest cracks like my back does and it only relieves a little of that weird pain I woke-up with. It’s time to cut back…It’s time to cut back.