There's only one cure...

...for nicotine addiction.

Death.

That's what I said for a long time, after I found out I was snared. Well, awhile after that, when I found out, oh, wait, I'm not snared, I'm chained. Or cemented.

For over a decade, just about every day, I have told myself, "Man, I've got to quit smoking."

I've been smoking for just about 2 decades now.

In this blog you'll hear about a hopeless fiend trying to quit and some ugly stories from the life of a disgusting, hopeless, smelly, black-lunged loser.