I miss you already, pipe. You have been part of my identity for so long. When people see me they comment on how good you smell and how will you go with my kilt. I didn't want to quit you, but the doctor told me to try Chantix. It helped me to not rely on you so much, so I decided to breakup with you. You've hurt me, you've given me a spot on my lung that keeps growing. I have to say bye and find a new identity without you.
