My Smoker’s Journal – Day 89 – The Cat, the Joint, and the Midnight St – DAN JOYCE art


My Smoker’s Journal – Day 89 – The Cat, the Joint, and the Midnight Stare

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So, a follow-up on yesterday’s backslide.

I did buy a little marijuana and have been smoking it here and there. I talked it over with a few followers of the blog, and we all landed in the same place: this doesn’t count as a slip. Cigarettes are still the villain in this story. Compared to tobacco, cannabis isn’t the dragon I’m trying to slay, so I’m not resetting the quit date. The mission remains the same. Smoke-free from cigarettes. Period.

One of the big reasons people turn to weed these days is sleep. And sleep has been my lifelong frenemy. So last night, after Mom went to bed, I ran a small experiment. I lit up a joint, not to escape life, just to see if it could finally help me shut the lights off upstairs.

First observation: Whiskey loved this version of me. Apparently, loud, hyper-energetic Dan is a lot less appealing than soft, quiet, mellow Dan. She parked herself close, like she’d finally found the correct channel on the TV. I don’t remember when I fell asleep, just that at some point I drifted off.

Then came the midnight cinema.

I was deep in REM when I felt a tickle on my chin and lips. I cracked one eye open and saw a silhouette straight out of a noir film: a small head, two cat ears rocking gently back and forth, business being conducted. Her green eyes were glowing in the dark like tiny emerald headlights cutting through a winter night. For one confused second I thought I was tripping in my sleep.

Nope. Just Whiskey, doing quality control on my face.

This morning I came clean with Mom about the weed. She wants me to stop again. And you know what? I will. Not because I’m being policed, but because I’m choosing the bigger picture. I’ve got book events this year. Public goals. Real stages. And I want to walk into all of it clear-headed and smoke-free in every sense that matters.

So here’s the verdict from the court of Dan & Whiskey:

No reset. No drama. Just direction.

Cigarettes are still out of my life. The plans are still in motion. The cat is still weird in the best possible way. And I’m still moving forward.

I got this.

by Dan and Bonkers

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