Broke Down

I’m cleaning up the bar, I find a pack of Pall Malls, half-full, underneath a table. I go to my fellow bartender, he smokes, I say, found these. Want ’em? He says, sure. I’ll take ‘em.

A bit of back story, I quit smoking cigs almost six years ago, and recently, I’ve been thinking about smoking. I even had a dream about it. It was a good dream, naturally.

End of night, my fellow bartender is gone, I’m doing the register, oh shit. He left the pack of Pall Malls. Fucking great. And guess what?  There’s a damn green lighter right next to it.

Do you have any idea how difficult it was to quit smoking? It was my favorite hobby. Pack a day. I did the patch for the first month when I quit, then chewed the gum. AND I GOT ADDICTED TO THAT.

I open the pack of Pall Malls, slide one out, look around, nope, nobody’s around, I grab the lighter, put the cigarette to my lips, flick the lighter, and…

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.


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