"I get by with a little help from my friends", as the song goes. And I definitely regard my drugs of choice as my only really reliable "friends" ... albeit very histrionic and emotional "friends", who don't really give a shit about me, but at the same time are a hell of a lot of fun sometimes, so I always forgive them.
My only quiet and well-behaved friend is tobacco. My cigarette habit is a very "private person" - and since it's become increasingly socially unacceptable to be a smoker, "Ciggie" has become even quieter, even less contentious, even more "shy". He rarely goes out. And even at home, he'll hide outside if other people are around ...
However, more so than my more demanding "friends", "Cig" is a lethal psychopath. Like Jeffrey Dahmer, he's so unassuming ... so very retiring ... yet he will get what he wants, which, of course, is to" retire" me permanently.
Even as I write I am smoking, and pondering for the umpteenth time: is this the cigarette that will get the ball rolling with cancer? Is this particular inhalation going to trigger some miniscule mutation in a wee little cell ... so that in ten years time, or less, I'll gonna be bald and puking my guts out from chemotherapy and probably wishing myself dead, until I actually am dead?
And will that finally make my special friend tobacco happy? Will he be satisfied THEN?
I doubt it. He's a real piece of shit.
My only quiet and well-behaved friend is tobacco. My cigarette habit is a very "private person" - and since it's become increasingly socially unacceptable to be a smoker, "Ciggie" has become even quieter, even less contentious, even more "shy". He rarely goes out. And even at home, he'll hide outside if other people are around ...
However, more so than my more demanding "friends", "Cig" is a lethal psychopath. Like Jeffrey Dahmer, he's so unassuming ... so very retiring ... yet he will get what he wants, which, of course, is to" retire" me permanently.
Even as I write I am smoking, and pondering for the umpteenth time: is this the cigarette that will get the ball rolling with cancer? Is this particular inhalation going to trigger some miniscule mutation in a wee little cell ... so that in ten years time, or less, I'll gonna be bald and puking my guts out from chemotherapy and probably wishing myself dead, until I actually am dead?
And will that finally make my special friend tobacco happy? Will he be satisfied THEN?
I doubt it. He's a real piece of shit.
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