I think about quitting... and I remember all those nights in 24 hour diners, the 16 coffee pots drained on a $1.38 a person (not cup). The friends, the conversations, the drives home and the music.

I believe part of the addiction is emotional... even if we overcome the chemical boundaries... that smoke, that taste (even when we come to hate it) carries us back effortlessly to better times... and takes our prayers, hopes and wishes for more to the heavens.... we hope they are answered soon because when you ride the cloud you might not have much functional time at all...

Times change, health consciousness becomes a fad and what linked you will only isolate you.... still we cling... despite knowing what we cling to is a key participant in our isolation...

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