I think that anytime Kate chose to quit would be just as bad though - maybe worse. You get to be on pain killers and the idea of smoke whistling past open gashes in ones mouth misses that, how do the french put it?, thingymabobby one looks for in a cigarette. Katy has a deep and lengthy addiction to the nico-weed that makes Dennis Leary look like a sixth grader behind the junior high though, and would still be sucking them down, so it still sucks.
I am slightly miffed lately, I haven't had a cigarette all year. I want a parade! I want to be written up for a medal of honor! I want to be saluted by my peers! I want a cigarette! (-No! Bad Holly!!!!) My reason for miffdom is that I do not believe people are giving me enough credit. The people I most want to brag about quitting to are those who must never know I smoked in the first place. I can not revel in the joy of telling my mom that this time, finally, for the first time in years, I can have a conversation with her and not be a complete hypocrite ungrateful liar. "Happy Mother's Day! That whole betraying your only prohibition thing you never knew about? It's all over, buy me some candy!" What is worse, my friends are not paying enough homage to my achievement either. Yes yes, they are proud and have expressed happiness for me, but I must now direct your attention back to my previous assertion that I have been given NO parade!
The reason? I was never a "real" smoker. I think they all believed I have been failing to inhale all these years. Bastards.
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