Dear Cigarettes:
I miss you. It’s been more than two months, and not a day passes that I don’t dream of a reunion. I can’t even walk into 7-11 anymore because, well, I’m poor, but also because I was so accustomed to asking for a pack of Camel Lights once a day or at least every other day. You went so well with my vanilla nut coffee with the really crappy, leaky lid that always managed to pop off whenever I busted a 180 degree turn at 55 mph when I left the parking lot.
Anyway, my beloved Camel Lights, life has been tough. Normally when people are as out of sorts as I’ve been, they smoke even more. Not me. I’ve spent almost $80 a month on you for the past 10 years — think how that could have helped me now! Someone said to me recently how cigarettes are like our best friends. I think this is a fair assessment — when everybody was around, we were together. When
everyone went away, you were there. In good times and bad, you were the most reliable thing in my life. And to not have you has been something that haunts me every day. What I wouldn’t give for the old familiar comfort, no matter how ephemeral it was. You’re just lucky I only have seven cents to my name, or my ass would be at 7-11 right now!
Love,
Dawn
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