Dare I say it? At what point does an addict merit the moment to exclaim “I QUIT!” Perhaps it’s not in the moment, but the decorum. My ideal is to defeat this mighty task with dignity - meaning the absence of a relapse of course - but who can predict the future? Like anything we wish for, plot and plan, a segment of completely unaccounted for circumstances seems to bud its cunning little head. In my world anyway. So, being true to the possibility of anything, I’m already fawning as I write this entry.
This week, for the first time, I quit smoking. Forever.
Pause. Are you kidding me? A song lierally just came on my internet radio signing out “I’m jealous of your cigarette.” Who writes that garbage?!!
It’s been 11 hours and 5 days since you took your love away.
I stay in every night and busy myself all day.
Since you been gone I eat whatever I see.
I can go wherever I choose.
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues.
Farewell Belmont Ultra Slims
This week, for the first time, I quit smoking. Forever.
Pause. Are you kidding me? A song lierally just came on my internet radio signing out “I’m jealous of your cigarette.” Who writes that garbage?!!
It’s been 11 hours and 5 days since you took your love away.
I stay in every night and busy myself all day.
Since you been gone I eat whatever I see.
I can go wherever I choose.
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues.
Farewell Belmont Ultra Slims
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