There's nothing like the pleasure of having a glass of brandy and a cigarette after a stressful shift. And other simple and natural pleasures, such as watching a squirrel run on a power line, or watching it eat nuts from the leaf of a late summer tree. Or listening to the sound of an airplane, or that of the passing cars on a setting afternoon. It is then that I know that life, in essence, remains the same. That shit is still ok.