Ode to Two Years
In July of 2013 I was an addict,
I was blissfully unaware though.
Slavery to the can, what a dick,
Then a quick google popped up this show.
I never imagined how hard this would be,
Every day seemed to show a new obstacle.
Still I posted roll daily during my morning pee,
It all became routine and easy to tackle.
Then the first milestone hit, my Hall Of Fame,
I completed the journey right?
Brothers dropped like flies, it was quite a shame,
The few of us left have stayed quite tight.
That month we all learned that KTC was more,
All the "groups" started to become one massive quit.
The whole site morphed into a thing of lore,
We started to recognize and respond to addict bullshit.
Then the milestones pile up, each easier than the last,
The acronyms took on a real and heavy meaning.
Absolutely every part of life changed and became the past,
Quitters become friends that you enjoy meeting.
Then one day you realize that you start to give advice,
The same sage advice that you once received.
I am no smarter today nor any more nice,
But I do see how tobacco left us all deceived.
Newbies and FNGs I hope you soon realize,
That KTC does make the impossible possible.
Experience is the best example to help criticize,
This place is like a mystic and magic oracle.
Sure there are days it is like having another family,
Would love to smack, hit of kill him or her.
Those weird relatives or the questioned mentality,
None the less, that crazy fuck helped you be a quitter.
This shit really does get easier,
That advice is oh so very true.
One day you just get it live a fever,
But you have to want it for you.
So be selfish, be selfless and be quit,
As a quitter I want nothing more for you than this.
When you want it and you are proud to admit,
Then you become a better person rising from the abyss.
