| I Quit I reach across the table. Snatching at a pack of Newports. Damn. Just out of reach. I tap on the nicotine patch hoping for a rush Of that sweet drug I love. Fustrated I grind away on the gum in my mouth. I turn up Enter Sandman hoping to escape, Hoping to clear my mind. Damn it. It�s not working. Nothing fucking kills the need. The Want. I get up and stumble around the table. Face to face with one smoke. The Last. I grind my teeth hoping to resist, Willpower keeping my hands clenched at my side. FUCK IT. I snatch the last one and light it. That�s my last one. NO MORE. I QUIT. Written by John Lane Schultz April 29, 2001 |