I would often watch my grandmother enjoy a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
She would seem so content as she sipped her "nectar of the gods" and slowly exhaled small, gray puffs.
In this insanity we call life, I long for that contentment. I am a health nut, but
herbal tea and a rice crackers don't always cut it. Some days I just dream of doing it grandma's way.
