It's official. I haven't had a cigarette in exactly one week. No slips, no "I'll just have this one, because I've been so good", no asking roommates for a cigarette (they just figured out I hadn't been smoking all week last night), no nothing. I've even gone out drinking a few times this week, and haven't succumbed to the temptation of bumming one off my friends and having one with my beer. I've gotta tell ya, though. It's been tough. If it weren't for ganja and tea (lots of both), I might have shot someone I live or work with by now. Well, that and the fact that I don't own a gun, but don't sweat the details. So hit it, John:
Has got me.
On the run.