I had a puff of a cigarette the other night by accident. I had a joint going, and had rested it in the slot of an ashtray. Amy had a cig going, about the same length as my spliff, and she'd put it in the same ashtray. We were watching a movie so I wasn't really looking at what I was doing, and I was fucking plastered so I guess I didn't notice the different filter, but once I pulled on it I knew instantly what I'd done. The last pull of a cig I'd had was February 7th, 2007...
......and OH MY GOD it was just AWFUL. Christ on a stick! How the hell did I used to like that taste?!