Me and my cancer sticks

Last night I ran into one of my favorite people...the Camel complimentary cigarette man. Brief interruption.... Okay, now, where was I. When I was in Austin, I was so close with our Camel guy, we were the best of friends, I think his name was Ryan or something like that (okay, so not close enough). I would see him across the room with his bag o' cigarettes and his ID scanner. I'd motion him over, the crowd would part, he'd move over to me like he was floating on air and deliver to me two packs of free (or complimentary as the marketing guys like to call them) cigarettes. I know, I know, smoking is bad, it's wrong, it's so wrong. But I can't help myself...like many others I'm addicted. And although I'm a quitter with most things I do in life, for some reason this isn't one of them. Why is it so easy to give up the things we should do and so hard to stop the things we shouldn't? Interesting query, Reagan. You're so deep, your intellectual capacity astounds us all. I'm so poor right now...it really is putting a damper on my social life. I spent the last $12 in my checking account on two rum and cokes last night and they acted more as a sedative than a stimulant. Maybe I should sell some of my things, though I have nothing of value. Who needs money anyway...it disappears so quickly and I never have anything to show for it. Ugh, I'm starting to annoy myself. This is bad.
Reagan