So I had the last cigarette left around here -- didn't buy any but they were a few here. Won't buy any -- that's definitely not a bridge ill cross.
I had my second to last one in a parking lot today. I was feeling good, having just worked wearing my sun glasses etc. Some gaggle of young girls drove by and said some kind of catcall I guess to me.
Then I realized I was doing Phillip Mores dirty work for him and thought: "alright, now its time to take off the glasses and put the cig out you douche bag."
I had to have the last one though. Nicotine really is amazing mentally. But I can't keep radiating my lungs and aging my skin etc. The world to smoke in now anyway. Can't be trying to take breaks all day for smokes and have that tobacco smell all over me. Yellow finger nails and teeth and all that other bullshit.
But its a bit anxious for me lately and I feel like those few helped me through that.
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