The Death of Smoking
Saturday November 25th, 2006 in Life | 16 Comments »
I quit smoking last Sunday. As most of you who know me, I’ve been a hardcore smoker (sometimes accused of being a chainsmoker)
for the past 5 years. I had some great times. I’d like to pay my respects:
Cloves, you…just look at you, you’re the
catalyst to my addiction. Remember that night in Santa Cruz? Oh it was a great night. That sizzle of yours truly
seduced me. However, too much of a good thing can be the death of you. After a few days of smoking a pack of you
a day, my lungs told me that you were just too much for me. I loved you clove, but we needed our space.
Nat Sherman, you suave fucker you. With your solid sleek brown physique, all natural blend and smooth sensations.
You helped me enjoy my breaks from work or school and show that I have style and class at the same time. But unfortunately
my dear, you were getting too expensive for me. How I wish I could have stayed with you.
Lucky Strikes, what can I say, you’re toasted. You gave me warmth and comfort. You were a trooper with Maker’s Mark,
knowing when to join in and when to butt out. You were my wingman with all those rockabilly girls in Austin, Tx and for that,
I owe you a lot.
Camels…there’s not much to say about you, you were usually on sale. Easy to get when I was dying for anything
and wasn’t too picky. You served you purpose but left me slightly less than satisfied.
Pall Malls, oh dear oh dear oh dear. Our relationship started for so many reasons. It seems like our time together
was just a summer romance, a rollercoaster of emotions. You were always there for me, but at times I had to pay more than
I was willing. You were harsh in just the way I needed and you comforted me in a way where I always desired more. Thank
you for keeping that desire alive.
Pall Mall 100′s, you were just too much for me. I’m sorry. But you were always there, always waiting to take care
of me. It was getting too much, the thrill was lost and the excitement dwindled.
I’ll miss you all.
