“My last cigarette was in March of 1986.
I quit cold turkey and never looked back.”
Good for you. I quit cold turkey myself, in May of 1986. That was my 40th birthday gift to me. Finished my last pack of Pall Malls and tossed it away in a gesture of defiance.
Stopping cold and grinding it out for a couple of weeks is the only way that ever really works.
My decision to quit was partially driven by the new Chevy Caprice that the company I worked for had delivered to me that spring. It smelled so good, I couldn’t bring myself to light up in it.
In any case, it took nearly five years before I quit reaching into my shirt pocket for a Winson Light.