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[pushesback]

I know there's been a lot of weird shit going down lately, but all my brain keeps coming up with is how I'd kill for a cigarette.

Okay, "kill" might be an exaggeration. Kinda feel like I'm dying though. I don't know if I've gotten a reputation as a guy who'll take off his shirt and fight for shit or not, but that's something I'd do for a cigarette. Just light it up and put it between my lips if i get ko'd.

Basically, the point of this is if anyone finds a carton in their locker and wants to work out a deal or play for them or something, come see me. I used to be able to make a pack do me a month if I really stretched it. Now I bet I could make one last me the rest of my time on this thing. Everyone's got something like that, right?

Also, ramen. Shrimp or chicken. If you're gonna dream, dream big.

[Hey, for him, smokes and instant noodles are dreaming big.]

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[letsjustgogo]

You have shockingly low expectations.

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[pushesback]

I'm low maintenance. It helps.

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[letsjustgogo]

So if you find both, are you going to sit around smoking cigarettes and eating ramen?

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[pushesback]

At the same time? Hadn't really thought about it. Sounds like a pretty good idea.

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[letsjustgogo]

And let me guess.

You'll just be in your underwear when you do it.

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[pushesback]

Nah. They're a pain to keep washed up, so most days I just go without.

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[letsjustgogo]

Classy.

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[pushesback]

What'd you expect from a guy with such high standards?

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[letsjustgogo]

Hey, there was always hope my expectations were wrong.

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[pushesback]

Sorry, I'm just a general disappointment.