I quit smoking nine years ago today, after smoking a pack a day for nine years. Hardest and best thing I ever did for myself.
I'd started a relationship with a girl the month before, and while she was crazy about me, she was allergic to cigarette smoke. She didn't tell me right away; she just put up with it for a month before giving in and saying something. So, I quit cold turkey for her. It's always about a woman, right?
A month or so later, she admitted she wasn't allergic to cigarette smoke, but that she just wanted me to quit. I suppose I could have been mad because I loved my Newport 100s as much as anything, but I shrugged and thanked her for manipulating me instead.
A couple years later, I made her the Milkmaid.
Happy egg hunting, Citizens.