Well, yeah, I was doing that three packs a day, all right. And drinking that whisky. I had returned to Topeka, and I was once again working at the Sante Fe Hospital, but Mom had moved back to Enid to take care of her mother, so I was kinda adrift. But... my old friend Ginny had offered me a place to stay, with her and her husband Bob Mast. So I did that for a year or so. In the meantime, I wrecked my car and lost my college tuition. I decided to switch back to smoking a pipe, and I did for the next several years... no cigarettes for me, no, the girls really likes pipe=smokers, and I could do that. I finally moved into my own apartemnt, a basement utility in an older house at 15th and Harrison, and got a girlfriend. She didn't much like the pipe, so I went back to the cigarettes, 3 packs a day. Larks, to be specific. I married the girlfriend, probably the worst mistake that I have ever made in my life, and continued smoking those Larks, alternating with the pipe. I more or less alternated with the pipe and the cigarettes until after the divorce, when I started smoking a pipe exclusively again. Pipes... pipes were cool. And at this time, I didn't really care what the girls thought, I like pipes, and I liked smoking them, and that was that. And then, 1989 happened. November 15th. |
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