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Word of warning to those who've quit... My father was several years free of both booze and alcohol until one day he took a sip and a drag.
The booze made a comeback that lasted a couple of years, in poorly managed secret, but he eventually got back off the sauce. But the cigarettes never caught on. He smoked one cigarette fourteen years ago, while he was drunk, and it haunts him more than the lengthy alcohol relapse ever did.
He still thinks about it, still has cravings regularly. He considers it one of the biggest mistakes of his life, that single cigarette. Nevermind the alcoholic bullshit that turned him into a worthless father. The cigarette keeps him awake at night.
So... y'know... Leave the hacking and coughing and stinkin and dying to US, you guys. At least when you back peddle on booze or heroin you have oblivion and the warm embrace of death to look forward to.
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