2002-09-16 - 2:20 a.m.

An astounding number of poor decisions led me north through Somerville, and then mind-bogglingly to Cambridge, to Somerville again, and then north, down the street I started on, back to my apartment. In search of cigarettes.

After midnight, on a Sunday night.

The closest Store 24 is in Davis, a mile and a half away. That's three miles, up and back.

I probably ended up walking five miles, maybe more, with nothing to show for it but a rain-soaked T-shirt.

Oh well, I guess every moment can't be magical.

Can you smoke filters?