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I started smoking again, due to recent poor influences and an apparent low level of will power in my life... hopefully not perminatly. I quit smoking three years ago and successfully traded it, like all my other vices for another. When I bought that first pack after 3 years, it was like I'd never been away. I treated my packs compulsively... or perhaps just habitually. I suppose after 9 years of smoking it becomes second nature, even with a significant hayatus. Without a thought, I found myself packing it exactly the same way, turned over the same lucky and took each cigarette from the front right corner of the pack. I smoke each cigarette and count down the last 3 drags. I partook in this fashion until down to my lucky, which I just finished and dropped into an empty can of beer. I loved cigarettes. I don't love them anymore.
It was strange to smoke my lucky, as I don't remember what was lucky about it 3 years ago. Nothing lucky in my life 3 years ago I can imagine still holding lucky today.
Someone said to me, once a smoker...always a smoker. I think it's just a case of old habits die hard.
It was strange to smoke my lucky, as I don't remember what was lucky about it 3 years ago. Nothing lucky in my life 3 years ago I can imagine still holding lucky today.
Someone said to me, once a smoker...always a smoker. I think it's just a case of old habits die hard.