quit smoking again. day 5. coughing up all kinds of lung butter. love smokin' but i'm tryin' not to be owned by anything right now. i just don't want to find myself at home any more saying "shit, i'm out of smokes again.....well guess i gotta put my shoes on and clod through the snow to go and get some filthy tasting shit sticks that make my brain nice and tingly". fuck that, fuck you, i'm lighting a camel. bet a guy at work a $100 bucks so we'd quit together, and if 1 of us smokes that guy pays the other. the bastard calls me 6 hours later tellin' me he smoked. where's all the self discipline, the willpower to stand by ones words? we shook hands 4 christs sake doesn't that mean anything any more? load the gun. you are weak. put it in your mouth. what have you done for anyone else but yourself. cock the hammer. nothin'. bang your undead.
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piece 'a' shit.