As disgusting as those three cigarettes were the other day, it felt like the one I had today could only come from a tobacco field, which was fertilized with the ashes of God almighty and watered with the tears of his son Jesus Christ. It was pretty damn good.
I was anxious, angry, irritated and on the verge of tears at some point, for 24 hours, before I finally yielded and sucked on that glorious, god-like tit once again. And it was awesome.
Got home from work, dived headfirst into bed, put on the latest episode of Scrubs and lighted up! The episode wasn’t that funny but I laughed my ass off nonetheless. I looked up from my laptop and said; “Look how happy I am, just look at me, I need this!” (I do these things sometime. Talk to no one in particular, but I imagine there’s an audience like in a sitcom. Shut up some people talk to their dogs, I’m not that crazy).
So yeah I started smoking again. I have to quit in a month though, due to a deal with a buddy (I know you’re reading, that’s the only reason I mention you), but I’ll take that grief when it comes.
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