Ass Backwards

I quit smoking again. It literally hasn't even been a day yet. But this is the time that's the worst for me. My brain turns into knots, vision becomes half a click off, and it takes me about 2 and a half minutes into a conversation before I realize I've been speaking incessantly for 120 seconds about what, I do not know. Now, and the next day or so, I go for the crazy nicotine detox ride. Weeeeeeee! I'll ride it. I'll ride backwards, forwards, upside down and inside out. Bring it on.