Whewie! That last post done sucked all the life outta me!
Thank you. For all your kind and supportive words. I love getting support from people I don't know. You think I'm joking? Not joking. I can't speak for all addicts, but this one looks for reinforcement at every turn. So, thank you.
Upon re-reading that post, the one thing I failed to mention was the freedom I live with now. The freedom to not do what your brain is telling you—nay, nagging you—to constantly do: SMOKE NOW! It's just not being crabby because it's been two hours since your last smoke. It's a physiological process that is in full swing: withdrawal. That's what makes smokers go back, again, and again….every 15 minutes to every hour—you name it. The minute you take your last drag, you begin a period of mini-withdrawal from nicotine. Get it?
So…when you are able to quit, or as i like to call it, "not presently be smoking," you experience this tremendous euphoria. This freedom from the addiction. You have choices again. It's a pretty cool thing.
The only thing I'm not sure about right now is whether or not drinking a tall glass of full strength Coke, and two puffy, white Kaiser rolls at 11 p.m. is a choice, or just a thoughtless replacement for that last smoke of the night. Still working that one out, dog.
IN OTHER NEWS
1. Crowded House web cast—rocked my world and kept me glued to my laptop for more than two hours on saturday afternoon. I'm sure some of you tuned in. Good times. The coolest part? They were broadcasting from Peter Gabriel's studio in Bath, England. (or is it Box? not quite sure….British people, help me out here!) My favorite part? Neil going on at every chance to say how much he either loved his wife or was inspired by her. That is so damned sexy. Let's here it for rock stars in long-term relationships!
2. I wasn't always so good at what I do—So i was digging around last week, trying to find that dang response from Peter Gabriel's office back in the day, and I came across of box of the Minyard (I can't believe they still have the same logo) Country News, my first gig fresh outta journalism school. (For those who must know, my degree isn't in Graphic Design, but rather, News-Editorial Journalism. I fell into design, and just stayed there.) And this, my friends, represents one of the very first covers I ever had the joy of designing. This thing wasn't even done on a Mac. This was done on a giant typesetting machine…because lest you forget: I am OLD.
I took the photo, too!
I'm not sure what was going on in my 21-year-old head to make me think the back of a grocery store manager's greasy, tightly-combed and parted head would be in any way at all a strong cover visual…not to mention Texas' answer to Wayne Newton.
Let's say I've gotten a bit better over the years.
But you gotta agree: I was workin' that Brush Script…