Reminds me of the glory days

So today fate would have me wake up with 2 cigarettes and no money to get more until around 2:30, due to banks, and checks and just bad timing. I had smoked the second one as late as I could, being around 10:30, and from then until just now I was a mess. As said as it is, I was searching my house for change, which every smoker I know has done, but I had to go mostly for pennies. Eventually finding enough and going to a "coinstar" machine at a local store, then quickly to Kwik Trip to pay the yet again raised price of $3.44 for a pack of Marlboro Reds. Not only was I searching for smoke money, but I also am on or slightly to the bad side of "E" as far as gas goes in my car, and even more exciting is that I had to put the last few drops of brake fluid I had into the car just so I could stop while driving to these places.

I found the money, I made it there and back without losing my brakes or running out of gas. This is sort of a sign of the things going on in my life that may have contributed to my anxiety attack thinger the other day, but this type of situation, where i beat the odds, and if only for a short while, defeat life, and "win", is something that I think the only person that would understand as well as I do is Colin. He may be a wanker, but he and I lived a miserable existance together for years, and somehow always kept our heads high because of things like today.

It makes me play Hans Zimmer's score from the movie The Rock and sit back and smoke and feel triumphant, it's retarded, but sometimes it keeps you going.