I’m just a QUITTER.

Jett Superior laid this on you on || September 8, 2005 || 7:41 pm

I’m just a QUITTER.

Smoke-free for six months today; that’s after nearly twenty years of smoking.* Go me!

*Yes, I started at a shamefully young age. No, my mother did not know.

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1. Angie 9.8.2005

   Shall I dare breathe mention of sweeter kisses now that we are both non-smokers? And isn’t it so very nice to be ABLE to breathe?

   Very nice job lady. Very nice indeed.

   Damn, you must have started ’bout when I did. Babysitter gave me my first one at the age of 7. By 12, I was smoking every day. By 15, I was a Smoker.

   Sad, isn’t it?

    
2. del 9.8.2005

   (from vegas the land of smoke filled cainos) go jett indeed! congrats!!! now if you could just quit licking rats your breath would really be sweet! (and yes, I know the pic isn’t you….sheesh.)

    
3. Coelecanth 9.12.2005

   Good on yah!

   I’m going to have to disagree with Angie: My first real girlfriend (as opposed to Molly Ringwald) was a smoker. Imagine my surprise when she quite smoking and her kisses became random tasting. Before it was always smoke, after it was whatever she’d ate last. Girl needed better oral hygiene.

    
4. redclay 9.22.2005

   rerun

   One Cigarette

   No smoke without you, my fire.
   
   After you left,
   
   your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
   
   and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
   
   I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
   
   of so much love. One cigarette
   
   in the non-smoker’s tray.
   
   As the last spire
   
   trembles up, a sudden draught
   
   blows it winding into my face.
   
   Is it smell, is it taste?
   
   You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
   
   Out with the light.
   
   Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
   
   Till I hear the very ash
   
   sigh down among the flowers of brass
   
   I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.

   Edwin Morgan

    

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