So instead of a postcard, G.A.M. sent an electronic cigarette kit—referring to it in the note as a "Mist-Stick™," replete with trademark.
Hah! Somewhat amusing, I admit. I smiled.
I have not opened it, yet. I am sitting here thinking about it.
I have tried quitting before. I read somewhere that if you try and fail, do not consider it as failing. Think of it instead as practicing quitting, and try again. A clever concept, perhaps even ingenious.
Another guru has said, keep thinking about quitting.
I consider the idea of putting nasty substances like tar and the obscene amount of various toxins in cigarettes into my body as obviously ridiculous.
I also think the unfathomable hand of fate is what it is, and so I may die by illness or from some drunken fool behind the wheel or by disintegration in some setting of macabrely artificial serenity. Perhaps that last was somewhat cruel and inaccurate.
In any case, so I smoke. So what? I enjoy it.
Still, a touch of nicotine delivered some way or another—would it do the job? Would it be enough to help set me free if I made up my mind? Do I even need it?
I will think about it.
Nicotine Addict G.A.M. cc
Adult Raisa Kanareva
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