On Sunday someone “outed” me about my smoking habits to my family, while I showed the composure of a salesman in the approach to the matter the fact that this person threw me under the bus still stings.
Besides this I have been putting in the necessary steps to stop this terrible affliction, that and, the fact that during exercise last night it felt like two turtles where playing haky sack with a nail gun inside of my chest.
All this resulted in me coughing up a throat oyster the size and colour of an off-cabbage.
Not Cool
