Winter time is usually when I consider quitting my cigarette habit.
Especially being in New York.
It doesn't help any that my mom (RIP) had the same habit.
If her death wasn't my fault, it was the fault of cigarettes.
As Goth as I am, I don't want to die.
Not right this minute, at least.
I have a lot to live for.
However, I kinda threw it all away.
Won't tell you how.
~follow the buzzards~