WRITING: Drugs and the Creative Force

Perhaps the nicotine has not yet accumulated enough to inspire the wild writings I expect from it. Could be a counter effect from all the Sour Neon Worms I’ve eaten as substitute oral satisfaction. Or perhaps because I cannot be fully trusted and have cheated with a cigarette here and there I have in turn been cheated of the effect. Maybe I was an addict of something worse in a prior life, and this is but one more I will have to live through to get “clean.” Or maybe I’m just too mean and cranky to share any feelings with anyone, even Spinning.