Mom did something terrible to me last night.
"You still have a carton of cigarettes at the house if you need them for emergencies," she told me.
"Mom, you shouldn't have told me that," I replied, flabbergasted.
"Well, I was only trying to help," she told me.
Now, I have cigarettes on the brain. I woke up thinking about them and the first thing I did was reach for my cigarettes and lighter this morning. It is going to be a tough day knowing those cigarettes are over there. I am dying for one right now.