Hungry

I have this peculiar thing that happens to me, but not often.
I'll be doing something.
Then I'll light a cigarette.
Then I'll crack a beer
or decide better of it,
get on my bike,
yoink a bottom row winner from the liquor store
and end up back at my desk.
Light another cigarette
fix the drink
and sit down.

My third arm taps me on the shoulder and says,
"hey... where's mine?"

"WHERE THE FUQUE IS YOUR WHAT?!",  I yell silently.

Then I realize there is a third addiction haunting me from nowhere(?)
and in light of not having a third addiction (thank god for small redemptions),
my forward thinking is screwed for at least a half hour into the night.