About a month ago, as I was sucking away on my little g6 ecig. I thought to myself, I need more, something bigger. I was still smoking a pack a day. Unsatisfied, I decided to take my quest more seriously. I could take the stench and the taste of my Marlboro lights, no more! I must leave the dark side, damnit!
I make my way into the dojo, anxious for what awaits. I assumed the ones behind the counter were black belts of Vaping, Masters. Considering the name and all, I was correct. The ninja behind the counter, dazzled me with her knowledge of, "the way." I left with a shiny new kanger emow, eager for my training.
In the weeks following. I vape away, enjoying all the flavors. Instead of cigarettes, I smell like vanilla, chocolate, and sometimes blueberry. I feel renewed in my quest.
The next part of my training, is a new obstacle. The charging of my swords, and succumbing to the peril of a Marlboro, while waiting for a full charge (4 damn hours). I might currently be Vaping too much since I can't get a full day on a battery (is it possible to vape too much? )
The emow fights back sometimes too. The parts do not like to come apart easily. It's either the tank or the battery that refuses to loosen it's grip on the air control. Plyars come in handy, but it's annoying. I will master this somehow.
The tank serves it's purpose, but is too small as I go through juice pretty quickly.
I need more weapons!
I have leveled up for sure. Analogs annoy me, they are merely stand ins while I await my emows return. I can barely finish a cigarette now, and feel even more disgusted by them. I even crave my emow while I'm smoking, pissed off even, that I'm smoking paper. Primitive things they are.
I will improve my arsenal with an extra battery and a t3d clearomizer, that holds more juice. I planned to use my g6 as a back up but I gave it to a new ninja in training. We must help others to escape the dark side of cigarettes.
I must thank my sensei, the Yodas, and the Mr. Miyagis of the Dojo.
May the force be with you!
This silly psycho babble post brought to you at 6 am from chaos and insomnia. Lol
Something is wrong with me. Lol
I make my way into the dojo, anxious for what awaits. I assumed the ones behind the counter were black belts of Vaping, Masters. Considering the name and all, I was correct. The ninja behind the counter, dazzled me with her knowledge of, "the way." I left with a shiny new kanger emow, eager for my training.
In the weeks following. I vape away, enjoying all the flavors. Instead of cigarettes, I smell like vanilla, chocolate, and sometimes blueberry. I feel renewed in my quest.
The next part of my training, is a new obstacle. The charging of my swords, and succumbing to the peril of a Marlboro, while waiting for a full charge (4 damn hours). I might currently be Vaping too much since I can't get a full day on a battery (is it possible to vape too much? )
The emow fights back sometimes too. The parts do not like to come apart easily. It's either the tank or the battery that refuses to loosen it's grip on the air control. Plyars come in handy, but it's annoying. I will master this somehow.
The tank serves it's purpose, but is too small as I go through juice pretty quickly.
I need more weapons!
I have leveled up for sure. Analogs annoy me, they are merely stand ins while I await my emows return. I can barely finish a cigarette now, and feel even more disgusted by them. I even crave my emow while I'm smoking, pissed off even, that I'm smoking paper. Primitive things they are.
I will improve my arsenal with an extra battery and a t3d clearomizer, that holds more juice. I planned to use my g6 as a back up but I gave it to a new ninja in training. We must help others to escape the dark side of cigarettes.
I must thank my sensei, the Yodas, and the Mr. Miyagis of the Dojo.
May the force be with you!
This silly psycho babble post brought to you at 6 am from chaos and insomnia. Lol
Something is wrong with me. Lol
