You're powerless of the control your addiction holds over you. One sip, puff, bite or kiss, and you will fall under its spell.
I saw them laying on a shelf in a Kwiktrip convenience store. This kind of retail establishment used to be called General Stores, back in the day before the dawn of the automobile age. They kept up with the changes by locating themselves on roads that were designed for cars and dressed for necessity by putting gasoline pumps in front.
Gradually, America demanded more. On the edge of town, truckers wanted cheap food and women companions. Cities and towns hosted stations in every neighborhood so we could gas up on the way to work or the grocery store and have a place to hang 'girlie' calendars. In those days they also had a service center garage.
Alas, the old model has reappeared. Once again we have General stores with gas pumps out in front. It's where many of us take advantage of the convenience of these bright and shiny jewels of retail. We stop for the ATM, the road cup of coffee or soda, a gallon of milk, a snack and some of us sadly a pack of smokes.
But friends, cigarettes are not the only habit-forming product available at Kwiktrip. Down one of the side aisles, one of those places were the products are not cheap, out of the area where the loss leaders lie, I saw them. A large quantity, there would have to be for my habit, and then there is my wife, but I'll talk about that later, was wrapped in a clear film package.
(Note to Washington State, Oregon, California and Colorado readers: What you're thinking about right now is not legal in Wisconsin...Yet.)
I said to myself like every addict is tempted to think or say, I can handle this. So I bought a package.
Most of the really addictive stuff sold in Kwiktrip is somewhat safe in that you can use or consume it and still operate machinery. If you overuse it or use enough to get the full benefit of it, you will get sick or fall asleep. But not my little package.
First, it was a hand full. Then I was hiding it from my wife because I wanted all of it. Then in shame, I'm out early in the morning, (or late at night depending on how you define such things) buying more. Why? Because my wife caught me, I had to share it, and there wasn't enough, or at least that's what we told ourselves.
Remeber this. You need food to live and sex is normal behavior as long as you follow the rules, but you DO NOT NEED gummy bears.
From Camp Jeff, currently located in the parking lot of the Kwiktrip on Richmond St, Appleton, Wisconsin. I'm chewing mints so I can go home without gummy bear breath.
I saw them laying on a shelf in a Kwiktrip convenience store. This kind of retail establishment used to be called General Stores, back in the day before the dawn of the automobile age. They kept up with the changes by locating themselves on roads that were designed for cars and dressed for necessity by putting gasoline pumps in front.
Gradually, America demanded more. On the edge of town, truckers wanted cheap food and women companions. Cities and towns hosted stations in every neighborhood so we could gas up on the way to work or the grocery store and have a place to hang 'girlie' calendars. In those days they also had a service center garage.
Alas, the old model has reappeared. Once again we have General stores with gas pumps out in front. It's where many of us take advantage of the convenience of these bright and shiny jewels of retail. We stop for the ATM, the road cup of coffee or soda, a gallon of milk, a snack and some of us sadly a pack of smokes.
But friends, cigarettes are not the only habit-forming product available at Kwiktrip. Down one of the side aisles, one of those places were the products are not cheap, out of the area where the loss leaders lie, I saw them. A large quantity, there would have to be for my habit, and then there is my wife, but I'll talk about that later, was wrapped in a clear film package.
(Note to Washington State, Oregon, California and Colorado readers: What you're thinking about right now is not legal in Wisconsin...Yet.)
I said to myself like every addict is tempted to think or say, I can handle this. So I bought a package.
Most of the really addictive stuff sold in Kwiktrip is somewhat safe in that you can use or consume it and still operate machinery. If you overuse it or use enough to get the full benefit of it, you will get sick or fall asleep. But not my little package.
First, it was a hand full. Then I was hiding it from my wife because I wanted all of it. Then in shame, I'm out early in the morning, (or late at night depending on how you define such things) buying more. Why? Because my wife caught me, I had to share it, and there wasn't enough, or at least that's what we told ourselves.
Remeber this. You need food to live and sex is normal behavior as long as you follow the rules, but you DO NOT NEED gummy bears.
From Camp Jeff, currently located in the parking lot of the Kwiktrip on Richmond St, Appleton, Wisconsin. I'm chewing mints so I can go home without gummy bear breath.
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