I’ve been smoking cigarettes for about fourteen years. I always told myself, I’ll quit when I’m 18, 21, 22, 23, etcetera. You know how it goes.
I’m 26 years old now with chronic bronchitis, asthma, and re-occurring lung infections. I figured it was time to quit. I decided to try hypnotism for this.
Now, don’t judge me just yet, I am just as skeptical about hypnosis as the next guy, just more desperate.
Quitting cigarettes is not like quitting drugs. You cannot hide from cigarettes. You cannot delete convenience stores from your phone. You don’t cut-off your smoker friends. Your friends who smoke cigarettes aren’t robbing you or breaking the law. Continue reading ““Don’t Worry, You Won’t Miss it””
I had been in the bathroom for quite a while at my parents after the party. “Are you alright?” my sister said so blithely. I had fallen into the bathtub fully clothed and replied, “I’m fine!” She opened the door and as I sat up, blood poured from my head, down my face and into my mouth.
You see, my Aunt Jippy throws good parties. It was her 50th birthday party that night, and I had a blast with my family just eating, drinking, and dancing to Frank Sinatra covers. Very atypical for me.
As soon as I got back to my apartment, I called my best friend, Gabrielle Thora Sweder. I left her a slurred yet detailed voicemail about my escapade of the night and compared it to one we had together in the past. Continue reading ““Best Friends for Death””