I always shaved my head when I lost someone important in my life... On 06/27/2018, I woke up and flushed all tobacco in my house down the drain. The nicotine-bitch was dead... I then went to the barber shop and shaved my head. I had lost a friend with whom I had spent good times as well as bad! In a way I had killed a very possessive, control freak of a girlfriend with my own hands!!! I had to kill her before she could kill me...
7 days later, the bitch is not done with me yet... She was always one determined hoe... her ghost comes knocking at my door a hundred times everyday, to let her in! But, no sir, the door's closed and I ain't letting her in... The roll is posted, the pledge is made, I got a promise to keep and a life to live!!!
I fight the same craves in the mornings that left me dead tired the night before. And that, my friends, is courage!
World looks different with my foggy brain... I feel like a zombie sometimes too. I go in to the kitchen and forget what I wanted to do. The craves are bad and so are the physical withdrawal symptoms and the anxiety... But I am here for the long haul, fighting the nic-bitch one day at a time! I'll hang in and fight it out. One thing I learned in the last seven days is that *you can continue kicking ass long after you think you are done!!!*
