Living in an area so remote that I can walk outside and piss off my front porch unflinchingly. Technically, I can still do this, but unfortunately
I live in a slightly more civilized area now, one block away from a police station, and I and regret the loss of such a luxury. Oh, the
simple things we take for granted...
When I successfully teach someone something and they get that
CHA-CHING look on their face. the novelty hasn't worn off yet.
Dude, nutri-grain bars and diet coke.
Red heads.
rawrrrrr 
The deliciously distinct smell of burning delectable plant matter.
Times when my motley crew of comrades and associates gather round for righteous debauchery.
Hearing/running into people from your past. Not all the time, but a lot of the time I appreciate this.
Bic lighters. The competition pales in comparison.
And, last but not least, those special days I set aside to lather myself with oil and do push-ups in front of the mirror for hours
and hours and hours. With one hand, so I can still play Arm.
Touching a clear olive oil with your fingertip, then watching it make a droplet. Then tasting it.
Have you done a lot of drugs?
This man has the coke pinky nail of all coke pinky nails. Nough said.
