John Flournoy

Yeah. Instant replay. Started again, just a little bit. That lead to 2 packs in two days over the 4th of July holiday. I quit again after that for three days (not an easy three days) and then smoked another pack at a party. This is binge smoking.

I’ve smoked 1 cig in that last 4 days. Rode from San Francisco to Tiburon on Sunday. Mostly a flat or downhil ride. Easy as Pie. Reminded me, though, why I want to keep my lungs healthy. Reminded me why I want to go on living.

10% of my income down the tubes, half of which goes to fund relatively pointless violence, and the other half of which goes to fund inefficient social programs.

But at least I’ve learned to pay my estimated taxes every quarter. I wish I could drop Thoreau a line.

And that, so far, is my biggest (only?) obstacle. I did one art show that was sort of a farce, but the exposure was nice. I gave a wall rolls of fat using plastering material. But because I’d never done it before, it was amateurish. A study, at best, for something better I have yet to do.

p.s. Art is Stoopid. And cool.