Writers and grandiose delusional disorder
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Quitting gets a little easier every time.
[Cross-posted at my personal blog.]
I used to smoke regularly. It started when I was 13 with a Marlboro red 100 (if you’re going to do it, go big). My friend D and I sat at the top of a long set of stairs leading down to a narrow path that cut through my small Neckarsteinach neighborhood, and she pulled one from the soft pack. “Are you sure you want one?” she said.
“Yeah. Just give it to me.”
I was an automatic inhaler. I didn’t even know how to puff. I’d take a drag, and then I’d blow […]