What Are You, A Quitter?

 
            I. Love. Smoking.


             I just do. I can -and have- given up every other vice known to man, but flash a pack of American Spirit Blues at me,  and my limbic brain goes "Gimme! Me Want! NOW!!"  - I don't know what this means: that it's a way of closing down my heart chakra, or , as 19th Century French Author Colette said, "Smoking is a way to inject idleness into one's day", or that Freud was right and all men and chicks have a secret death wish?
           
               I think it just means that I really like smoking.

               However,