big up ya, Smurfy!
I quit for kid reasons and, well, i didnt really feel like choosing to die a slow agonizing demoralizing self inflicted totally avoidable death... i might go through that anyway, but to walk into that room is too fucking stupid for description...
You know what keeps me 'quit', even though when i get ass-over-epiglotus shit-faced i still smoke a couple (that adds up to about a pack in the last 7 years): The idea that some comercial product ruled my life. FUCK THAT! like I am not strong enough physically or of character to NOT be a slave to some orchestrated commercial addiction? FUCK THAT< SQUARED!
For better or worse, i would like to decide my destiny, not some chopped up dried weed that is sold to me to make somebody else rich at the calous expense of my life.
Cheers to you, you ARE strong. When the urge strikes, go look in the mirror and ask the question: who is stronger? me? or that calous old fuck that runs Phillip Morris? Who runs my life? Me? Or them?