Quitting Comments

This poem is grippingly vivid, but what a traumatic experience it relates. May I provide a memory? I smoke Camel non-filers for five years, eventually a pack and a half a day. One June night after I turned 23, I went to a bar, then a restaurant with friends and I must have smoked two packs in record time. But I had a plan. The next morning my throat was too raw to smoke. Too raw in the afternoon. Even all night - too raw. So I got through one whole day without a cig, and I never looked back, never tempted to go back. LA COMEDIA E FINITO! But of course there is no poem in that story, just a goddam moral lesson. If this poem is autobiographical and immediate, G-O-O-D L-U-C-K but you K-N-O-W you can do it! ! LA COMMEDIA...