I just flicked this cigarette all the way over the wall and into the courtyard of the property across the way. it was totally reaction as I was writing, yet I promised a woman just yesterday, that I wouldn’t do that anymore. I feel bad now and wish I had a cigarette fishing pole. I guess I could go down there jump the wall and get it myself. I don’t think I will though because its not about that one cigarette its about giving myself a little grief write a brief poem about it or something in order to move towards a change in I behavior because 1. I understand 2. I promised 3. The only reason I did it was because it was easy.