Oct 17 2009
Dear Journal….
I quit! Yes that’s right, I have had enough… no more kicking me around. I have not had a cancer stick in eight days now.
I truly wish I felt good about that, but maybe when the feeling that I would walk a heck of a lot farther than a mile for a Camel wears off….
I had this insanely naive idea in my head that the cravings and withdrawals would fade after eight days… nope. They get farther apart, and far more malevolent.
Maybe I can look back on this event as the Heckle and Jekyll trauma, one where I can be a mild mannered human one minute and a fire breathing reject from a Sci-fi novel the next.
I can only be humbled by the fact that I did wake up this morning, a fact that lets me know my lovely wife has not decided to end the travesty that is my existence at the moment, she has seen fit to ignore her urges to put that heavy iron skillet to good use while I lay in fitful slumber no doubt chasing a cigarette fairy around the forest with a lit match….
Your long suffering, nicotine depraved, missing village idiot,
Tom
