Well boys and girls, it’s about that time for me. In one of the most difficult decisions I have ever made, I’ve decided to quit smoking. Two weeks ago I had some sort of an epiphany and thought I should quit the cancer sticks. for good. Sounding like a 69 year-old man first thing in the morning had something to do with it, or the fact that I can hardly smell anymore.
So I’ve cut down from puffing one pack a day to 3-5 sticks a day. At first I tried to quit cold turkey but I nearly tore my head off. Yes, I went (still going?) crazy. Yes, all I think about is my next cig and the delicious rush of acrid smoke filling my seared shriveled black lungs, and the fast approaching moment when I forsake them for good. Although my will power has brought me to the teetering brink of this smoke-free precipice, it won’t take me over the edge. I don’t believe in the patch so I’m going for the pills someone told me about but (for fuck’s sake) can’t remember the name of.
*add-on: The pills are called chandrex, but the down-side is that they cause mood swings and its a three month course, so whatever.
Dear Marlboro Lights:
you have been my faithful companion, enduring longer than any lover or disaster. I have measured out my life not in coffee spoons but in cigarette butts. I don’t want to let you go, but your killing me with your smoky lovin’, you and your 600+ chemicals, fiberglass, and nicotine….
Perception Point 