Alone in the Hideout

My partner had some business to attend to in a distant land, so I was left alone in the hideout with a three cigarette ration.

I’m not good with rationing.

My general theory of consumption is to consume smaller stores of goodies FASTER in order to get a more intense, yet short, moment of enjoyment.

Still, I haven’t had a cigarette since 7:00am, almost 3.5 hours ago.

I can neither confirm nor deny that I was asleep.  I would never admit that I cannot smoke in my sleep because people who cannot smoke while unconscious are slackers.

Good news.  My car is hiding in the garage here.  I can’t believe it made it all this way.  When it comes to gas, I do not use my general theory of consumption — I drove more slowly than did my partner, who was leading the way back.

I made the statement on Facebook that it’s hard to be an outlaw wearing a Cookie Monster t-shirt.

I’m not sure what it means to be an outlaw.  Does it mean someone who lives outside of the law??

I’ve been around some people and heard stories of things that I used to just pretend didn’t exist or happen.  Apparently there really are people out there who will lie, cheat, and steal from people they call their friends.

Oh, the humanity.