Is He Dying for a Cigarette Our imaginations drift in surreal ways… perhaps this story is yours. It’s another busy Sunday morning already thick with heat and humidity. The kitchen island is buried in packing papers. You’re packing up those last-minute annoying items that everyone usually tosses in a bag. You’re nerves are on fire. You’re anxious because you’re closing on your new place in three days. Your partner is out getting more boxes. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Your partner lunges for the kitchen island, gasping, “I’m not getting any better. I think I need to go to the clinic.” You knew exactly what he meant. This was not…