Stacy Keach was the guest for an extensive interview on The Adam Carolla Show today.
In going through his life and career, the conversation naturally moved toward Keach's well known cocaine bust at Heathrow Airport in 1984.
He said that his cocaine addiction at that time was to the point that he is convinced that getting busted may very well have saved his life.
In prison, he was forced into unaided detoxification. He went from doing cocaine all day/every day/night to complete abstinence.
He was also a heavy cigarette smoker.
When asked how painful it was to quit cocaine cold-turkey, he said it wasn't that bad. It was being deprived of cigarettes that was excruciating. Giving up cocaine was easy for him, compared to quitting smoking.
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Friday, September 4, 2009
I haven't posted in a while, but I feel like I would just be posting the same content as my previous entry.
The cravings are still happening. It's almost like a resurgance. It's just part of the evil plan. "You're treating with the Devil."
This would be easier to understand if I had cheated at some recent point; snuck in a cig' here, bummed a drag there. But I haven't. No nicotine in any form.
A quitter just has to keep the guard up at all times...for the remainder of life, apparently.
The cravings are still happening. It's almost like a resurgance. It's just part of the evil plan. "You're treating with the Devil."
This would be easier to understand if I had cheated at some recent point; snuck in a cig' here, bummed a drag there. But I haven't. No nicotine in any form.
A quitter just has to keep the guard up at all times...for the remainder of life, apparently.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Fellow Strugglers and General Update
I have a larger post in the works, and it's taking a bit longer to get around to/finish then I thought, so I thought I'd check in.
Usually, such long lapses in communication from recovering addicts indicates that the "recovering" status has reverted back to "indulging."
Not in my case. I am in the middle of Week 9 without even a single hit off of a cigarette.
My lozenge addiction hasn't changed much. 5 days from now, I am supposed to cut back another step further to 1 lozenge every 4-8 hours, I believe. But, alas, I am in a quagmire of 1 lozenge every 2-3 hours, on average.
The other night, I hung out with 2 fellow nicotine addicts. One highly recommended using the lozenges to the other as an aid to quitting. He said it was a major help to him. But apparently, not enough. He said he was doing great for a few months, but stated he was back now, lighting up one of those flavorless cigarettes that makes you suck the hell out of it to feel any rush.
The other friend was excited to report that, after constant, thwarted attempts to quit, he has gone 4 days without cigarettes, cold turkey. Hooray! He recounted his morning struggles of flailing his arms and head about, in a mad scramble for the missing vice, fighting to make it through the diabolical first morning craving.
The problem is, he is also a recovering alcoholic with over a year of sobriety. He has had several near death experiences as a result of his drinking, and all his peers have been very proud of his daily triumph.
Coinciding with his abstenance from nicotine, was a tumbling from the wagon, and back into a routine of feebly concealed alcohol consumption.
Usually, such long lapses in communication from recovering addicts indicates that the "recovering" status has reverted back to "indulging."
Not in my case. I am in the middle of Week 9 without even a single hit off of a cigarette.
My lozenge addiction hasn't changed much. 5 days from now, I am supposed to cut back another step further to 1 lozenge every 4-8 hours, I believe. But, alas, I am in a quagmire of 1 lozenge every 2-3 hours, on average.
The other night, I hung out with 2 fellow nicotine addicts. One highly recommended using the lozenges to the other as an aid to quitting. He said it was a major help to him. But apparently, not enough. He said he was doing great for a few months, but stated he was back now, lighting up one of those flavorless cigarettes that makes you suck the hell out of it to feel any rush.
The other friend was excited to report that, after constant, thwarted attempts to quit, he has gone 4 days without cigarettes, cold turkey. Hooray! He recounted his morning struggles of flailing his arms and head about, in a mad scramble for the missing vice, fighting to make it through the diabolical first morning craving.
The problem is, he is also a recovering alcoholic with over a year of sobriety. He has had several near death experiences as a result of his drinking, and all his peers have been very proud of his daily triumph.
Coinciding with his abstenance from nicotine, was a tumbling from the wagon, and back into a routine of feebly concealed alcohol consumption.
Friday, February 13, 2009
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.
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.
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