Half Mints and Tobacco

I am currently reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs.

In the beginning he is describing his mother as she is pacing around the house waiting for his father to return. The following is something he writes:

"I love her bag (his mother)...and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can."

...I used to do this. Is that weird?

Mom's purse used to always smell of mints and tobacco. Maybe it still does... I haven't smelled it in awhile. :-D

There is a huge bag full of her old purses and every single one of them smell like that. And all still have remnants of Tobacco and half pieces of gum and mints.



It makes me feel comfortable.