“I called the White House doctor and asked him to send me a box of nicotine gum. It did the trick for I haven’t had a cigarette since. But I did end up replacing one addiction with another:...I would chump on gum constantly, the empty packets constantly spilling out of my pockets and leaving a trail of shiny square bread crumbs for others to find on the floor, under my desk, or wedged between sofa cushions.”
My friends used to call them Ben Droppings.
