A smoker who goes through three packs a day spirals through excuses for the next cigarette, insisting no one ever died from just one. The piece traces how addiction works through self-deception, each rationalization a small surrender dressed up as control.
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Smokes 3 packs a day. Every night he suffers pain. Vows to quit, but the very next day does the same old thing again. It's just one cigarette. I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died From just one cigarette. How's he keep on fooling himself with the same old lie? What goes on in his silly little mind makes him able to justify this? Just one cigarette, I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from just one cigarette. It's a problem of pride. To ask the truth to step aside, give my will some room to breathe. I'm free to do whatever I please. Well, I was sold long ago by a man I didn't even know. He got me hooked, caught me in his net. Look at So cool smoking that cigarette. It's just one cigarette, I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from just one cigarette. It's just one cigarette, I'll smoke it without any regret. There's never been a man I ever met who died from smoking just one cigarette.