What's in the dogs mouth? in Normal entries

It’s damn near been a year since I quit analog cigarettes. I phrase it just so as though I were a politician. I have half a carton sitting next to my humidors. I’m not sure why I refuse to toss it, it’s almost a year old, or, rather, it’s been a year since I got it off the shelf. Cigerettes might be one of the few vegetable based products without an expiration date on them. I don’t have a point, I didn’t even think about that until I typed it.

I think I might have smoked one or two cigerettes in the last year, that sounds like me, but I didn’t smoke them in a row and they didn’t lead to one or two dozen and, more importantly, to a the point where you quit counting.

Weird stuff has been happening. It always does. Most of it goes without noticing, like an expiration date on dried chemical infused vegetables wrapped in paper. I’m not even going to make the point that most people just aren’t paying attention; truth is I haven’t a clue what most people are doing and if I had to guess most people are up to much stranger shit than I give them credit for.

It’s not even a question of paying attention, it’s a question of perspective. There are some fairly paranoid individuals of low to average intelligence that are hyper-vigilant, that’s not really paying attention so much as feeding an imaginary dog with a hollow leg. And yes, I chose dog, because a dog is the least arbitrary animal in the world. Although it’s hardly the case universally, we tend to think of a dog as belonging to someone; the paranoid feed their dog and so their hyper-vigilance tends to be biased towards a particular conceit.

Some folks appear to not be paying attention to anything and yet their very exisitence on this sort of dangerous planet suggests otherwise. It’s been almost a year since I quit smoking. I thought about this just a few minutes ago because as I brushed my teeth I was pleasantly surprised at how very pink my tongue was. Odd. When I hope that folks are paying attention I meant to exclude things that are in my mouth. Whatever is in my mouth is my private business. You’ll find the same is true with most dogs. I like to think I respect that, for the most part, that whatever is in ones mouth is theirs, though, I have put my hand in many a dogs mouth, even those very dangerous animals that used to be in the news all the time; The American Pitbull, who, is rumored to have five bazillion pounds of pressure in their preternaturally locking jaws. Most of the time I had just cause.

Just saying.