Growing up, I heard a lot about how hard it is to quit. So in 1974, I turned eighteen and decided to see for myself. Yeah, it’s hard. I quit in 1976, started again in 1977, quit again in 1983, started again in 1984, quit again in 1990, started again in 1996.
Then, in 2001, five-year old Kayla came out to the back patio where I had just lit up, gave me one of those looks that five-year olds are experts at, and said “Daddy, why do you want to die?”
That was when I put them down for good.