I'm realizing my addiction doesn't really have a limit. Let me tell you this, tonight I had my usual night smoke just before going to bed, I was so tired. I exhaled the last puff and slipped under the covers for a good rest, so comfy and warm. It was not long until I was completely resting, maybe even dreaming. Then suddenly I woke up, it was crazy but I knew what my body wanted, I knew why I couldn't keep napping but it was the middle of the night! As I said, my addiction has non limits and now it doesn't even respect my rest, it has control over me. I had to wake up and grab my pack of Ma...

I'm realizing my addiction doesn't really have a limit. Let me tell you this, tonight I had my usual night smoke just before going to bed, I was so tired. I exhaled the last puff and slipped under the covers for a good rest, so comfy and warm. It was not long until I was completely resting, maybe even dreaming. Then suddenly I woke up, it was crazy but I knew what my body wanted, I knew why I couldn't keep napping but it was the middle of the night! As I said, my addiction has non limits and now it doesn't even respect my rest, it has control over me. I had to wake up and grab my pack of Marlboro. My tired brain could only think of smoking and recording, inhaling that beautiful, strong, relaxing smoke and sharing the moment with you.

The only way I could smoke that night cigarette was really fast, doing an intense powersmoking and lots of double pupms. This is kind of new for me, waking up with this incredibly stronge urges, that craving for the most delightful taste in my mouth and the dark breath in my lungs. I smoked it to the end in my cute pajamas, and back to bed.

Nighty night, have sweet smokey dreams!