Take a walk on the wild side

After dinner the other night in Charleston, there was a smoke shop next door to the restaurant (High Cotton was the restaurant and I recommend it).

I had to go in. They might have clove cigarettes.

And they did.

My friends waited outside while I shopped. And they wondered what I was up to.

Now keep in mind that I don't smoke. Really. Except for the last time I took a little walk on the wild side a couple of months ago. You can read about that evening in Clove cigarettes, rainbows and fucking rainbows.

This shop was out of the regular cloves, but who needs regular? I bought a pack of vanilla.

I've looked at it and smelled it for a week now. And they're mine. Not bummed off of someone else. So they count this time.

Someday soon I'll take a walk on the wild side again and smoke one. Or maybe two. When the mood strikes.

Take a walk on the wild side this weekend. You deserve some crazy fun. I know I am.

Love to the single girls,
Addison