Black Lung Crayola #41 "Color 'Em If Ya Got 'Em!"

I'm a little antsy tonight. Going back to work tomorrow after more than two months. Until recently I basically gave myself any excuse in the book to smoke. Nervous. Irritated. Anxious. Drunk. Blah blah blah. I'm fixin' to go back into a work environment where most of my co-workers are smokers. It would be the easiest thing in the world to just go take a drag or even have one. I shall be entering the jobsite tomorrow with my notepad and a pack of crayolas. Wish me luck.

Black Lung Crayola #40 "S.O.S.!"

Well I finally made it back to San Francisco this past weekend. The group I went out with were nearly all smokers so it was going to be a trying night. This time I carried my little notepad and a 16 pack of crayolas with me as we layed waste to this filthy town. Above is the progression of the evening and, I'm proud to say, even after ending up at a one of the few bars in the city that allow smoking, I, like a creepy little troll, sat in the corner and colored fuiously.

It is now Sunday morning and I am officially halfway through my 31st day off not smoking. I still want them all the time but this whole "tricking the brain" thing does seem to be doing the trick for now.

Black Lung Crayola #39 "Gesundheit"

I sat next to a stinky old man on the plane from Chicago to Los Angeles. Not only did he stink but he was half in my #@%$! seat the entire time. I angrily drew this while sitting next to him. Once upon a time if someone was irritating me in public I would just blow smoke in their face. Well, being that I am not smoking and on a plane, I did something a little more passive aggressive. I can't help that he's used to his own stench of failure and rotton beef. Whatever. Here's a house sneezing. I'm gonna go take another shower.

Twitchy and grumpy,
Jacob.

Black Lung Crayola #38 "Waxing Artistic"

Note to self: Don't try to smoke your crayons. Just a ridiculous mess. Especially if you have a beard. Whoopsies.

Black Lung Crayola #37 "Out With The Bad Air. In With The Good"

I drew the spiky nonsense around the lungs mostly because my friend bought me a new box of crayons the other night and I wanted to test out Mango Tango. I think Crayola should let me name a color. I think I could do better. That being said, I want to thank all of you who have sent me encouraging words either on here, in person or on facebook. You all are making my quitting just that much more attainable. Day 26!

Black Lung Crayola #36 "R.I.P."

This morning I calculated, roughly, how much money I've spent on cigarettes in my life. It depressed me so much that I wanted a cigarette. #@%$***#@$!!!

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I feel only slightly better now. Especially since I didn't smoke. But seriously, well over $20,000.

Black Lung Crayola #35 "Scrabbled Eggs..."

The other day a friend of mine, who had a stuffed up nose at the time, ordered his eggs "scrambled". But, due to the fact that he was as congested as he was, it sounded like "scrabbled". So there you have it.

ps 24 days without a cigarette. physical cravings mostly gone. this whole replacing the habit thing is way harder than i thought.