In 2011, as a friend saw me light up my millionth cigarette of the day, he asked, “Wow, do you really hate life that much?”
Nicotine, alcohol, or obsessive entertainment, it doesn't matter. At its core, every addiction is the same: running from oneself.
My friend was aggressive, but he was right: I did hate my life a bit, and nicotine was a break from reality.
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