It's Legal
By heinzs
It's Legal Billowing Camel smoke, "coffin nails" they call them, each puff a death knell, you slowly kill yourself by cigarette. Each day your stamina wanes, bit by hacking bit. Nicotine strangles your will and enslaves you to its bidding. Later, you quench your thirst with rum or someone's stolen beer or vodka from a cola bottle hidden under your bed. At least it's not "hard" drugs, your addict mind rationalizes. "I can quit anytime I want." Your lips mouth the words. But you never seem to "want". Oh, you speak a good lie, but that's all it ever is, lip service to appease conscience. Where is talent's spark that once you proudly showed? Drowned in an alcoholic stupor and blown off with the smoke. 11-25-2001Continuing the addiction saga. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 11:38 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 13
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