I realized that although I thought cigarettes were a close, constant, reliable companion I was in fact a freaking drug addict. A (partially) socially acceptable addict but a damn drug addict none the less. Really! Who wants to be a drug addict? Cigarettes did not make me attractive or desirable or calm my nerves or relax me or any number of other reasons we thought we smoked. They owned me and I paid for the "privilege" with money and my health.
I also really enjoyed the Great American Raconteur William S. Burroughs who plays a small role, rather a caricature of himself. Still, you gotta love "Old Bull Lee." In his honor I think I'll watch Naked Lunch next week.
Thanks to Chantix I am sixty nine days smoke free and $518.00 saved one day at a time.
1 comment:
I enjoy having familiar routines, too. And I'm glad it's Betty Night! I truly think it's one of the best shows on TV.
Smokers as real addicts? Yep. Me, too.
Portland rocks. You will have a blast.
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