To: OldOldMan
For what it is worth, I quite when a hurricane blew through these parts in the late Eighties. I had never smoked more than a cig or two a day until then, by the way. The lights were out for two weeks, and each night I would have a coffin nail before going to bed. When they were gone I said to myself that if the hurricane couldn't kill me outright, the smokes weren't going to kill piecemeal. That was the last smoke of any kind I allowed myself. It wasn't difficult once I had put things into perspective.
To: ashtanga
I "quit" when a hurricane blew through these parts. Excuse me. It's getting late, friends.
FreeRepublic.com is powered by software copyright 2000-2008 John Robinson