After the pandemic...
It was still dark out when he woke up. The first thing he noticed was an awful, sour taste in his mouth. When he got up to pee, his head started to pound, and his chest felt like burning charcoal. THEN he remembered what he did last night. Out drinking with friends, he convinced himself that just one cigarette would be OK, that he could have just that one. He bummed one and went outside with the group to smoke it. He tried to remember what happened after that, but it was a foggy blur. He crawled back in bed to numbing sleep. When he awoke later in the morning, he remembered walking across the street to the all-night market and buying a pack.
Digging through his jacket pocket , he found the pack half empty. Knowing he would have to go through yet another day one, he wanted to cry. The 61 days of freedom had blown away, like smoke on a breeze. He was hooked, again. He lit his first cigarette of the day.
(PLEASE don't let this story be about you. You often don't make good decisions when you drink...so don't!)