I really miss you. I miss your addictive poison. I miss that you will make "my bones turn black" according to an eleven year old. I hate that you call to me every time I see a soda fountain. But it has been six months and I can survive our separation. I have quit you before. I will probably quit you again. But for now I am spending some quality time with my new B.F.F. iced tea. Take care and enjoy harming those whose lives still have room for you.