Hate

Nicotine was my first obsession. I knew it from the day I had my first smoke. There's just something about the inhalation of smoke that gets me going. Once I smoked one, I had to finish the pack. Needless to say that I was smoking about three packs of cigarettes a week. Yeah, yeah, my lungs will never forgive me, but why the fuck does it matter? We're all gonna die someday anyways. That's all the more reason to take a chance and smoke. It's also more of a reason to have have more than one obsession. At the moment, I had three; my beloved cigarettes, flowers, and her.