Well Im going down 250 from Fairmont going along my marry little way and 45 min to go before I have to be to work and since I am only 15 min I think im good. Then as I start to see the river I notice that the trific is stopped. So like a good little law abiding citizen I put on the breaks and wait.....and wait...and wait. Shortly there after I decide to have a good old cig(last cig), puff on that for a few min, then decide I have had enough. I flick my cigarette out the window and watch the sparks fly over the pavement.

Shortly I realize that it was getting pretty late and I needed to call work and alert them I would be late. After I informed them of the situation of the haulted traffic, I decided to call my wife and inform her that I was still in town stuck on 250.

After talking to her for a few min I heared a beep and though it was work wanting an update so I got off the phone with my wife and took the other call. When I answered the phone I was suprised to hear my Doctor on the otherside since I had just seen him the day before.

My Doctor informed me that the MRI that I had taken the day before had reveiled the one thing that they did not think they would find seemed to present its self in the roports. What was that you might ask, but a Second Brain Tumor, like the first time I had one wasnt enough. All the stress and worring about the first one, gooing though the thing, and then oh yes the rehab(that part was a hoot)

I reached into my pocket totaly stressed out and about to get hesterical, I felt around for a bit and relized that what I was lookng for was not there, why, because had 5 min ago smoked The Last Cigarette.

So whats the moral of my story, never smoke the last cigarette becasue you never know when you will get that life changing bad news from you Doctor, Lawer, Wife, Best Friend, Mom, Dad, the Pope, Brother, Sister, Work, Ex-Wife, Girlfriend, Dilbert, Power Company, Police, Mick Jagger, and your Rabbi

This was a true story