However much I might like to avoid the trouble of doing so, there was really only one way to honor Mama. I decided to make biscuits and gravy.
I just smoked the last Camel cigarette in this pack. The fact that I scanned the empty pack says a lot about how a spur-of-the-moment decision I made over a month ago has turned into an interesting study of addiction and my own personal weaknesses. Before I bought that random pack of Camels back in… Continue reading The Last Camel Cigarette