It's me Camille. I have been a loyal fan of yours for over 10 years and this is my Dear John letter to you. Yea, I know I've said it a million times that I was leaving you and 24 hours I was back, but this time I'm older. This relation-ship has sunk and I'm jumping ship. You are a hell of a drug. The kind that will make you:
- Get out of bed at 3 am in some bunny rabbit house shoes and a robe just to go to the nearest corner store.
- Add you to my weekly budget - sometimes before the eggs and milk.
- Know that you contain rat poison, tar, a little bit of tobacco and probably swine flu and I still want you.
- Spray perfume on and think no will smell the smoke in my hair.
- Get up in the morning looking for you and go to sleep thinking about you.
- Go out in 40 below zero weather, with freezing rain trying to take a drag in between my nose falling off.
- Ride around for hours trying to find my brand only to settle for the 2 for 1 special.
- Read the warning label on the side for entertainment while I'm taking a puff.
- Deny our relation-ship to my husband, kids and my mother with cigarette breathe.
- Walk up to a complete stranger and ask for a lighter no matter how suspect they might look.
- Do everything from gum, patches, Zyban and even hypnosis only to want to put a whole pack in my mouth and light the end.
