coffee, cigarettes, sleepless nights, & no regrets.

sometimes those nights when i cant sleep are when i have the greatest philosophical conversations.  you know what im talking about...you have a nice white oversize mug of coffee, your deliciously smokey menthol light (cuz thats your favorite) perched between your index and third finger, like gangsta style...the way the French do it, you know.  and meanwhile your cigarette dangles precariously between your fingers while your thin, delicate wrist veers off at an incredibly sexy angle, the flash of the inside of your wrist enough to make someone drive off the road, just like a geisha temptress.  youre talking for hours on end & realize that some people never say what they truly mean, mean what they truly say, or ever want to say what they truly feel.  and even then they are still sometimes even disingenuous or deceitful about how they really feel inside.  no one can really teach you certain things in life...they are learned experiences.  but...i wouldnt give up my life experiences for anything.  the good, the bad, the ugly...i would do it all over again in a second.  no regrets.  its the only way to live.