Farwell to a glass friend

This morning was the final days of my glass piece that gave me valuable service for the past 5 years. The piece that was ONLY used for good homegrown. If it had seeds, it never went into this piece. There she was all beautiful and ready for my morning ritual. Butterfingers me just football fumbled it in the air several times before it shattered on the floor.

I feel horrible as if something has left me or died. I caught myself actually looking for my piece several times today. Only to remember that it was broken and no longer

I don't know how long it will take me to find a good replacement. Specially since this one was given to me by my best friend after a period of not smoking.

Glass pieces are like a symbol of who we are and need to be carefully selected. Not just every old gas station cheap-o will work.

So farewell my friend, here's one for you and for anyone else who share's in my pain