I'm working the concession stand at the high school basketball playoff. Cranking out french fries like a jedi master with a buddy. He happens to be an x-ray tech. I'm tellin' him about KTC and what it did (does) for me.
He starts telling me about a guy that he shot images for who was getting his face carved up because the nic bitch loved him so.
So I says to him I says, "how long ago was this?" "oh about six months ago" he replies. and he's still chew'n (my buddy, not the dude what got his face carved up)
So I'm looking at him incredulously, like, really, are you serious? You haven't quit yet? Walk out back with me and that 2x4?
And then he starts going on about the respiratory therapists who smoke!, you won't believe the shit they deal with, cleaning out trach tubes and whatnot.
So here's live testimony of the incredible power of the nic bitch and the horror and carnage it inflicts and you're still on the fence about whether or not you want to quit? Or maybe you're contemplating the John Wayne I'll do this on my own...
Well, when your testicles drop and you're ready, you just come on in and we'll do it together; together we are so much stronger than the bitch.
I'm waiting....