I have learned how to roll cigarettes. I don’t plan to smoke them, I’ve tossed most of them away, but I’ve learned the skill. Learning skills is fun.
I’m reading a book where the main characters are often rolling cigarettes on horseback. It seems to be their only consistent meal. Also, I’m going to Buenos Aires again soon and the people who smoke there roll their own cigarettes. Sometimes that is also their only consistent meal.
So I’ve learned how to roll. It took a few tries, but I got it. The key is to cover the tobacco with the side of the paper closest to you, and then tightly roll the glue side over.
I’m still a little messy. I have to clean my table of the little strains of tobacco when I’m done. They don’t look so great but they burn slowly and keep their cherry.
Jon Lovitz has a hard opinion on Chris Farley. He says Farley didn’t want to quit. He went to rehab thirteen times. He was having fun. He thought he was invincible. People try to romanticize it, Lovitz said. But it’s simpler than that.
Things are often simpler than we would like to admit.
