But this interest of mine really doesn't help. I'm sitting here with my morning cup of coffee, trying to distract myself from the nicotine cravings that makes my whole body itch... by looking through a map of celebrity photos. Not wise at all:
Basil Rathbone does it.
Betty Compson does it.
Brooke Shields does it.
Buster Keaton does it.
Audrey Hepburn does it while having her hair fixed.
Audrey Hepburn does it again, accompanied by Dean Martin. And it makes her feel carefree and happy.
Maggie Gyllenhaal does it before she even puts on any clothes.
Drew Barrymore does it before she even gets out of bed.
Fritz Lang does it with a monocle.
Gösta Ekman does it before snorting cocaine.
Hasse Ekman does it on Kungsgatan, before stealing a bicycle.
Isabella Rossellini does after slaying some zebras.
Mae West does before and after an enema.
Sigourney Weaver does it before slaying aliens.
It's perfectly clear. All cool people smoke at all times. They can't imagine a time when it's not cool to inhale the poisonous fumes of a Camel, Marlboro or a Lucky Strike. And I shouldn't have a cigarette to my morning coffee?! Even the dog in my previous post has a puff on the cancer stick! Strength, give me strength...
I have no strength.
This is my struggle, two hours into a day without a pack of cigarettes.