Wow, it's been a while
I've got this new idea for a short story I'd like to write.
It'll start with something...well, something like this.
David was a smoker, and had been for quite some time. He picked up the habit at age 16 from a friend who later sold his family's home to support the habit.
Every morning, afternoon, and evening David would attach a cigarette to his mouth, a lighter to the cigarette, and a chemical mix to his lungs.
Smoking was never something David particularly enjoyed, though his feelings towards the habit grew soft as it became routine.
Years later, David would sit down in shock when his childhood friend announced his intention to quit.
"It's not the destruction of my health," he said. "Although, that represents a sound reason to quit anyway. No, I'm just tired being a slave to something. I felt that way with my ex-wife, no sense in having the torment with a stick of paper and poison also."
In the months following, his friend went to hell and back trying to ditch the habit. With an air of accomplishment in his voice, David fielded a call from him on a Wednesday afternoon.
"It's done. I'm free."
David congratulated his friend, and quickly sat back in his chair. He looked down at his freshly lit cigarette, and crushed it in the ash tray.
He realized the hell that waited for him if he seriously tried to quit, but he knew it was time. He did his best to prepare himself for the urges and temptations.
Over the course of the next three days, he waited. He had thrown out his remaining cartons of menthols, and purchased children's bubblegum for assistance. Besides, he liked the comics.
He waited, but the urges never came. There was nothing compelling him to smoke, and after a year of smoke-free living, he called his friend.
"You know what this made me realize? I'm attached to nothing. I'm apathetic towards everything. There's not an ounce of me that's in a position of need."
David eventually receded into isolation, devoid of any true attachment in his life.
Even with chemical assistance, he failed to grasp dependence. It was a concept completely foreign to him, and it was the determining factor in his foreign existence.
It'll start with something...well, something like this.
David was a smoker, and had been for quite some time. He picked up the habit at age 16 from a friend who later sold his family's home to support the habit.
Every morning, afternoon, and evening David would attach a cigarette to his mouth, a lighter to the cigarette, and a chemical mix to his lungs.
Smoking was never something David particularly enjoyed, though his feelings towards the habit grew soft as it became routine.
Years later, David would sit down in shock when his childhood friend announced his intention to quit.
"It's not the destruction of my health," he said. "Although, that represents a sound reason to quit anyway. No, I'm just tired being a slave to something. I felt that way with my ex-wife, no sense in having the torment with a stick of paper and poison also."
In the months following, his friend went to hell and back trying to ditch the habit. With an air of accomplishment in his voice, David fielded a call from him on a Wednesday afternoon.
"It's done. I'm free."
David congratulated his friend, and quickly sat back in his chair. He looked down at his freshly lit cigarette, and crushed it in the ash tray.
He realized the hell that waited for him if he seriously tried to quit, but he knew it was time. He did his best to prepare himself for the urges and temptations.
Over the course of the next three days, he waited. He had thrown out his remaining cartons of menthols, and purchased children's bubblegum for assistance. Besides, he liked the comics.
He waited, but the urges never came. There was nothing compelling him to smoke, and after a year of smoke-free living, he called his friend.
"You know what this made me realize? I'm attached to nothing. I'm apathetic towards everything. There's not an ounce of me that's in a position of need."
David eventually receded into isolation, devoid of any true attachment in his life.
Even with chemical assistance, he failed to grasp dependence. It was a concept completely foreign to him, and it was the determining factor in his foreign existence.