I met a new friend yesterday who had just accomplished a mighty ten years off of cigarettes. She mentioned that she still has cravings to this day. I smoked cigarettes for probably about 15 years. I started on night in a club in NYC in the early Eighties; I believe my cousin and I were seeing Dr. Buzzards Original Savannah Band. I found a pack of Kools on the ground and it started. I was also smoking pot and drinking, it all went together. I can’t say that I miss cigarettes, although they are certainly a bitch to try and quit. We talked about the people in our lives that have emphysema, cancer; you name it, from cigarettes. Every time I see someone smoking I want to ask them to stop, but I don’t. “It is robbing you of your life, your breath”…but I can’t. I remember that I would not have listened. I could not quit until I was ready, whether it was the heaters, the booze, the weed, the dope; not until I was ready.
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