An Obligatory Introduction

An empty bottle, a full ashtray, a half consumed large Domino's pizza. The normal inspirations. Dr. Drea and I have longed considered recording our late night conversations into the world of blogging. But for some reason, that out-of-focus alcohol-induced dialogue never seemed as great the next morning. Now we have made a vow to do what we have always talked about thanks to our new inspiration: our front stoop. Dr. Drea and I have been passionate cigarette smokers for many years now. Love of Camels solidified our love for each other. And the front stoop of the buildings we have lived in together serve as the alter of our conviction for the nicotine cause. 

The last four months have been trying times for our late night cigarette encounters. I was away in the lovely Dakar, Senegal while Dr. Drea remained in the District of Capitalism. We were gloriously reunited two weeks ago when we moved into a small townhouse together for the summer. As if someone upstairs in the big blue knew our deepest desires, our adorable little townhouse came adorned with a moss-covered brick front stoop. It's a tiny stoop. Nothing to brag about. But perfect for two good friends to sit and share cigarettes and stories. 

And here we are. I am jobless until next week. Addicted to watching old Sex and the City reruns on HBO. Making pointless trips to Trader Joes and CVS just to get out of the house. Taking care of a stomach parasite (lovingly named Wilbur) that followed me from Senegal. Temporarily relying on Dr. Drea's tanning salon paycheck for food and cigarettes. And even if not one person reads this blog, it will give me some satisfaction that the hours of sitting on our front stoop are not lost into humid afternoons and chilly evenings. Those moments will instead be recorded on cyberspace for our friends to read between their hours Facebooking stalking and checking PerezHilton's latest posts. 

Peace, love, and respect for Kim Cattrall's sex life, 

JmJ