It's been 30 days since I gave up my friend of almost 40 years. She was quite pretty, not the fat kind with brown filters for me. She was the 120 slim one with pretty, clean, white filters and a hint of menthol. And she came in a long silver box. I loved the feel of her in my fingers, how she was always there for me, helping me through every hard time, every stressful time, every sad time, every exciting time!
Since I gave her up, I have realized she wasn't really my friend. I can now take deep breaths all the time, I smell wonderful, my car is spotless, food tastes very good, my dogs like licking my fingers when I give them treats, my teeth are getting so white, I don't cough, I don't seem to have as many seasonal allergies, and I miss her less every day! I have realized that she was never really my friend at all, but a back stabbing, two-faced, seriel killer!
