I was in my apartment when my dinner was interupted by a knock at the door. I opened it a found a pretty woman That I barely knew standing there. I invited her in and after a brief conversation my attractive friend told me that she wanted me to meet a friend of hers. Suddenly and out of nowhere appeared her friend. Her friend was a small white rock that said nothing at first. She just sat on my coffee table staring at me. My "friend" told me that the white substance's given name was crack, but that she perferred the name Smokey White Devil. After a few minutes of trying to convince this female that I had no interest in carrying on a conversation with Smokey, I finally consented to a casual conversation. My female friend placed Smokey on a glas apparatus, placed it in my mouth and ignited it. Smokey then began to speak. Smokey said the she was the thing I had been looking for all my life and it was going to make me very happy. Smokey said that she would always be with me and she convinced me that I could not live without her. I believed her. I thought that nothing that felt that good could be a lie. I allowed Smokey to drag my silly ass through the streets for many years and even after I realized that all her promises were a lie, I still went along with her falsehoods because I was a slave to her desires. Smokey told me that she was a very jealous woman and that I could have no other and like a puppet on a string, I submitted to her whims.

One day an aquaintance took me to a twelve step meeting where I met many that were once slaves of Smokey. They told me that my relationship with Smokey was disfunctional and non sustainable. Thet convinced me that a better life awaited me. The told me that Smokey is a liar.

Now my life is very different. Smokey is no longer a part of my life. Every time Smokey calls I let her call go to voicemail and I never call her back. When I find myself in areas Smokey used to frequent, I handle my business and get the hell out of there. I don't give Smokey the chance to wiggle back into my life. Today, Smokey is dead to me. If she wasn't she would be death to me. The is no room in my life for that smokey white devil