Today is my one year anniversary of quitting smoking.. I didn't realize how many people I knew actually smoked. Im kind of jealous. I loved smoking, it felt and tasted soooooooooooooo good...
For those of you who dont know why i quit ill give you a quick note. My mother was a top model in england before she met my dad.. ALl my life my mother was very beautiful and always took pride in it. My mother a year and a half ago found out she had cancer.. Her first treatment of chemo about 3 days later she was touching her hair and a hand full came out.. on this day a year ago my mother shaved her head and i quit smoking...
For Drill who inspired me to write a poem...
I loved smoking...
its like a good poking..
..Inhaling that black tar
it made me run not so far...
I wish i could have just one
and drill likes it up the bum..
The end
Wicked