Sat outdoors at a coffee shop this morning, drawing. In another life, I used to sit in coffee shops and smoke cigarettes to my heart’s delight, drawing, smoking, thinking, smoking, drinking coffee, smoking, etc.  If you are or ever were a Smoker, you might understand me when I say that I do, at times, miss my old friend, my ritual, my cigarette. For many years, my life revolved around smoking.  Although I’ve not smoked in nearly four years, I still think it, dream it, and draw it.