The Real Me Vs. The Junky  For my Bronze celebration I would
like to tell a lighthearted story of my quitting smoking
experience / adventure. I’ll let you figure out the analogies.
My quitting experience boils down to an internal fight between
the Real Me, desperately trying to surface, and the Junky,
A.K.A. - my Subconscious, my Executive Assistant, my Prison
Guard. The Junky is that little voice in my head, I’m sure you
all know the one, that has always come up with all those
creative relapse excuses.  The Real Me has been gone so long
that he was small and weak and all but forgotten. The Junky has
been in charge of the Nicotine Roller Coaster, which meant he
ran everything.   For over 40 years, from the moment I woke up,
until the time I went to bed, he would tell me what time was
mine and what time was his. He always had most of the time, and
the schedule was always changing. There were his normal times -
upon waking, after meals, working outside, talking on the phone,
driving, taking a walk, and before b