Please hide the Pop-Tarts this time
By age 13, I'd developed a serious jones for Marlboro Reds, and by the time I was in high school, I preferred a Camel (nonfilter) to any other smoke, except a free one. One of the best decisions I ever made was when I quit smokin' for my New Year's resolution in 1988. It was full-blown withdrawal, skin-crawlin', brain-tinglin', husband-bitchin', poptart-eatin', weight-gainin', non-stop cravin', dreamin'-about-cigs hell for a long, long time; the dreams continued nightly for over a year. So, what kind of dumb motherfucker takes up smokin' again 10 years later?
This dumb motherfucker:
Havin' a birthday smoke
Yup, I started again in '98. And I have to admit - I love to smoke. Just plain enjoy it. I would describe the pleasure I derive from my tobacco, but there's no way it wouldn't sound sexual, and this is a wholesome, family-oriented site, after all.
Would you like another look at the dumb motherfucker?
Dumb motherfucker, with alcohol added
I say all this as a preface to my rather embarassingly public announcement that I quit smokin' today. My urge to tell you here is probably largely rooted in justification for postin' the goofy cigar pictures ("The silly drunken face is in context now, yeah..."). I'm not really sure how this will play out for me here, but I suspect my writing will be a little more manic than usual.
And if I'm a bitch, it's only 'cause you love it.