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I used to be a 2 pack a day, just loved me some Camels..
when my son was born, I would hold him and he would cry and rash up. the doc said he is alergic to cig smoke. I did everything to keep from stopping, change clothes, wash..nothing really helped.
I would go out to the garage and take all my clothes off and stand shivering in my skivies just to get a drag.. one night I looked at my reflection in the car window and saw a cold idjit in dirty drawers hunched over like a skell draging furiously on a fag.. I quit that night. never ever have had another since then, 16 years.
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"And there's no cure like travel
to help you unravel
the worries of living today.
when the poor brain is cracking
there's nothing like packing
a suitcase ..(or getting in the Porsche) and sailing away " Cole Porter, anything Goes"
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