The first smell i remember is apple sauce. Not apples. But apple sauce.  

The smell.  Calgary smelled like dust cloud and sweet wheat. London smelled like  hot mold. The Underground smelled of old air, humidity, and sweat.  Nanaimo smells like the mill and saltwater.  Some days so fresh it burns. So many smells....

I always had it.  It was covered by a blanket of smoke.  Its been about ten days since my last cigarette. Its discomforting to think of all the things I missed, so many smells.. 

The Blog, is this really what we have resorted too?  Never mind a simple phone call or a doorstep visit, thats so 2oth century.  Well here it is, my useless blog to share with you all. And here it is.  Are you ready?  

"Cry cry cry, poor me, no one understands me, bla bla blog."

Hopefully that inspired greatness in your day and will help you achieve the life you want.  

Oh and don't forget to whipe the dust off.