Maybe I’m a unicorn – Part Dos
Let’s fast forward. We’ll zoom by the parts of smoking and ashing outside my bedroom window in secret -gallop past the part when I finally sat down with my mom and lit my first one in front of her while watching Law and Order. Slink by the shadowy and shameful months when I was pregnant and smoking in the back of the restaurant so no one would see me full bellied and knowingly feeding my unborn child every single carcinogen puff after puff. We will hit 90mph careening through cemeteries and hotel rooms, hiding in bathrooms at work-blowing smoke into a flushing toilet praying to God or Goddess that no one smelled the cigarette. I’ll cantor you through the many miles I walked away from work-when it became a punishable offense (up to termination) if one came in smelling like a cigarette, in the rain-through the freezing snow, no coat-so no one would wonder why I was wearing a coat in the middle of my shift-out to my car to inhale 2-3 cigarettes in record time and hose down in cologne – to walk many miles back to resume my day.
Those parts of my previous life I will ignore. Why, you may ask? Well because you’re reading this to find out about how I may or may not be a unicorn not everything I did up until my transformation.
What is a unicorn? Definition search states:
unicorns (plural noun)
- a mythical animal typically represented as a horse with a single straight horn projecting from its forehead.
Okay – perhaps I am not a Literal unicorn. Perhaps my experience with quitting 42 days ago is more figurative than literal –but we will get to that part soon enough…
…Stay tuned for the exciting continuation on our next episode of
★·.·´¯`·.·★ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ Unicorn★·.·´¯`·.·★