I always liked the Kristofferson song about Sunday morning and being alone. There were several gaps in my life when I woke up alone with a hangover from a Saturday night smoking, drinking and generally raising hell until I realized everyone had gone home to a family, a wife or girlfriend and I was in the weekend with nowhere to go and nothing to do. On my way to the Quikimart, I experienced the feelings, smells and sounds of that song. I bought a large coffee and a six-pack for later and walked to my solitary room somewhere.
After my head cleared from the coffee, I rolled a doobie and laid back to wait for the Sunday football games to start. Later on after my second can of beer, I was feeling pretty mellow so it was time to roll another one, relax and finally have my breakfast of cookies and two or three Twinkies. Some game was under way and I watched a sideline conference of some kind when I was hit with an epiphany. Suddenly I thought "these are grown men making a huge income from playing a game and pretending it's worth taking seriously whether one side or the other wins or loses."
Since that afternoon, I've never been able to care who wins or loses because I don't gamble and it's not going to make one iota of difference in my life. So I now can enjoy the skill exhibited by individual players no matter the fate of the whole team. At least one time in my life a drug made a positive future for me. Unfortunately my days of smoking anything are over for me due to a lung problem. As a result of smoking. Lungs make no distinction of what one smokes. They don't like any smoke at all.
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