He has been following me for a long time. We struck a friendship. Met him through a friend's friend. He's annoying, present in my issues and in my thoughts all the time, almost. I have been pondering if his friendship is good or bad, he's...The problem . He drives away my other friends. I balance the facts giving arbitrary weights. He's not good. He ruined my life. He must die.
I patiently wait for him. There he is . I broke his neck . Bye bye Smokey. I will remember you.
And that my friends is how you get rid of an addiction. You kill it. You personalize the addiction and turn it into a negative persona . I am talking about smoking here. :)