My relapse

If I said it once I said it a thousand times.  "I just want to smoke one."  After I went 24 days of not smoking I found myself at the counter saying I wanted some cigars.  My brand comes 5 to a pack.  It was a pleasant Friday morning.  The cigar failed to satisify me.  I smoked it and it was nothing like I imagined it would be.  Did I throw it and the rest out?  Not hardly.  I had another on Saturday morning.  The third one was consumed on Sunday morning.  Monday and Tuesday morning finished the pack off.  I can't remember the last time a pack of cigars lasted me five days.

The whole time the scene in "Vacation" where Chevy Chase is repeating 'This is crazy, this is crazy' over and over is playing in my mind.  Well it is Christie Brinkley in the pool.  Who could turn that down?  Not too many.  A few will say I would but they are not being honest with themselves.

I go home and go to bed.  When I wake up on Tuesday I hear something I cannot place but is familiar.  What is that sound?  It is me.  It is me wheezing.

I have not had one since.