On September 21st last year, I gave up smoking.
While I'm glad that I did and the grandkids are thrilled, I have to say that I miss cigarettes so much.
There isn't a day that I don't crave them. I was surprised that I overcame the situations where I had cigarettes, as easily as I did. I used to think that it would be impossible to drink a cup of coffee, write a letter or answer the phone, without a cigarette. Surprisingly, I didn't have too much trouble.
No, there's some deep, gnawing yearning for a round tube between my lips, the steady in-drawing of breath and the long, slow release of twirling smoke. Ahhhh.
YUK, you say??? May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.
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