| I have in the vicinity of 8 lighters floating around my one room "efficiency" SRO, "weakly" hotel. Two of them, the light blue one I think I accidentally obsconded with from my lover’s roommate (oops, BUSTED!), and the dark blue one from dog-knows-where, are within arms reach. Nevertheless, when I need to smoke or otherwise burn something (a bridge, perhaps?!), I will get off my ass and walk over to the dresser to use a match. Not just any match; I will find the matchbook with the least matches in it. I’ve GOT to use up the fricken matches. You see, while I never seem to be without a lighter, I am loathe to use them unless for whatever reason I need a long-lasting flame. (Yup, I like to play with fire.) It is as if I have a hair-brained phobia that I won’t have a lighter with a good flame when I really need it. This is the method of my madness, I guess. |