Well I have done it! I put the devil sticks down. When all
hell has broken loose and I am holding on to my ass flying through the air, I
have stopped smoking. My crutch, pass time device, or should I call it the
items which keep people away from me, just got too far under my skin. The
problem is I feel great smoking or not. It’s not like it slows me down or I cannot
breath well, I just overcome this with internal strength. It sucks, it’s
killing me, and it smells like hell are just of the wonderful reasons to stop
smoking, but that’s not why I have. The only reason I started was my wife
smokes and it was something we did together. The shit you will do for others.
Then once you get hooked, it becomes normal for you. I stopped right after I separated (for
months) and then we started having discussions and I bummed a smoke with her
and then as always, you just buy your own pack. Well I am done with her and I
am done with cigarettes. That’s it I said it and let’s just move forward.
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