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Today is my third day without a cigarette. I threw out my last one after my thai lunch in mtl. but i am smoking those prime time cherry cigars,come on,cut me some slack,i gotta start weening somewhere.

Yesterday, i went drinking with my grandparents around 2.good start to the day. it was like old times when i was younger,and would go spend some days with them up in cassadaga lake,and drink at henrys tavern,or the old vfw,or sitting in the kitchen,listening to gramps talk,and grams making her famous cream cheese and olives which i would drunkenly devour.
their much older now.gramps looks and is doing great,grams though,looking like death itself on his horse. granted she isnt feeling well and not sleeping,but ever since she fell off the wagon again you can visibly see the difference.damn i dont want to grow old.but if i do,im doing it in style and fun just like the old man,still got his humor,and makes me want to come back soon,and do nothing but drink and sit in his kitchen and listen to stories from days long passed.

after that i headed back home to pick up my little bro and pops for the sabres game in rochester.usually its in buffalo but the new owner being from rochester,and also the americks being our farm team he wanted to do a rochester appreciation day.
bums, how come the one game i get to see this year was a complete breakdown.they played like college kids,half assed,and still hungover from the night before.
i swilled down a few beers and painfully watched our team die.
then i took off to buffalo,one last hoorah at the local bar,drinking away the loss for my team and to season myself for the weekend in vegas.

mission accomplished! damn sully makes a mean crown and soda,just like i remember,skipping days of high school,after the long late nights at checkers with sully and the crew pouring drinks and enjoying the feel of the warm bar and friends. hiding from the drab buffalo air hanging outside,waiting to choke you with a chill icier than deaths finger.

the pipes were passed plenty as well. damn they know how to party,and make ya feel right back at home. its a good feeling when you come back to visit,and see that nothing has changed,except me,and thats a good thing.how boring and sad to stay in the same state of stagnant waters,never taking the oppourtunity to flow onward like the rivers we are.

i flow tomorrow,towards vegas.i think ill try and get what little sleep i can tonight,im gonna need it.