There are things I will miss. I know this is a blog about quitting but fuck it lets be honest here we’re all going to miss certain things about smoking we might as well air it all out.
I will miss:
A cigarette and a beer. Gods match made in heaven.
A cigarette and a cup of coffee, another perfect matchup.
The first cigarette of the morning when you haven’t had one all night.
Just simply the feeling of taking a drag. The chest hit and… okay I’m getting a serious craving right now…. I’m just gonna shut up.
But not more importantly I am quitting smoking because:
I’m tired of feeling shitty
I’m tired of waking up with the taste of last nights cigarettes in my mouth
I’m tired of hiding the stench on my breath, my hands, my clothes, my leather gloves (which seem to be like cigarette smoke sponges because they IMMEDIATELY absorb the smell) from the people around me
I’m tired of standing in the freezing cold in the winter shivering drag after drag.