This past Sunday was Big Test
Day. I allowed myself only two cigarettes. And to
make it really difficult, I played golf on Sunday as well.
Physical activity + beers = 4 packs. Yeah, I knew I was in trouble. By 1:00 pm, I had smoked both of my cigarettes for the day.
Uh-oh.
Shit. Fuck it. At 9:00 that night, I cheated and had the next day's cigarette.
That was my last cigarette. Ever. And
as of this moment, it's been ninety-three hours and counting.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go outside and chew on a
toothpick for the next ten minutes.
