Nicotine Dissatisfaction

I don’t normally smoke very often, but in the week leading up to my last birthday, I was in crisis mode and needed some smokes. Well, a week passed after the dreaded day, and with the crisis momentarily diverted, I decided to end my binge and smoke the last cigarette in my pack with a “skinny girl’s margarita” and a good friend on her back patio. We were joined there by some uninvited guest … crawling on her small table … and no, we didn’t hire strippers. I was sitting with my margarita balancing in my lap, cigarette in my mouth, and a lighter in my hand—but just before I lit my last, beautiful cigarette … it fell into my damn drink! DAMN IT! So, I fished it out, tore off the wet half and smoked a little less than half my last cigarette. I have not been left that dissatisfied in a very long time.