Running With Scissors

He looked and sounded exactly like a real psychiatrist. Until he opened his mout

quality was innate

Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when. No wonder my parents smoked, I thought. The part of me that used to polish my jewelry for hours and comb my hair until my scalp was deeply scratched was now lighting cigarettes every other minute and then carefully stomping them out. It turned out I had always been a smoker.

No way am I eating dog food.”