Hi. I am Bill S. in Seattle, Washington. I hope you don't have any problem
with that. I almost never say fuck.
Just now, a lot of things have gotten far behind. There are some people
that probably want to kick my fat little ass. But I'm so far behind it's
like all ass. All ass.
I was going to smoke a cigarette last night, and the night before that too.
But I didn't do it. No. I didn't do it.
I am a lot of fuck. Gone over ass. I write fuck on the wall at the post
office. I write fuck everywhere. Everywhere.
I was living in Chinatown. It was absolutely great. Except for some
african-american guys pimping their baby sisters right outside the front
door of the flea bag hotel where I lived. They working day and night
figuring new ways to rip you off for two dollars. They thought maybe I was
a cop because I didn't want to buy any drugs or fuck their baby sister. I
was a marked man.
So I asked my girlfriend if I could move in with her. I asked her during a
meteor shower on August 13. She said yes. So I spent all week moving out
and moving in and cleaning and organizing and so forth. Now I'm here in the
University District. All the smart people live in the University District.
I'm a real minority here. I'm going to apply for some benefits. Life is
hard when you can't smoke tobacco all the time like all those years before.
I'm a minority and also a recovering smoke addict. And I almost never say
fuck.
Bill S. - almost a year smoke-free