Note- This entry is retroactively posted
It’s been over 48 hours since my last cigarette, and I’m feeling it. Waves of anger and frustration sweep over me as my nicotine deprived body cries out for the death stick.
My girlfriend and I are drove up to Seattle from Portland to visit my brother and see an old friend. I always chain smoke on road trips, particularly when driving up the interstate at night. The prospect of traveling without smoking scares the hell of me. It was obvious how badly I wanted a cigarette by the erratic and angered way I was driving. Nicole told me “you always drive like a cautious old man, right now, your driving is scaring me. I had some gum to chew, and that was about it. How did I last?
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