Smoking

I quit smoking 15 years ago after nearly thirty years of filling all my spaces and that of others with stinking smoke. It was no big deal, I just quit. The secret is don't tell anyone you're quitting.

Someday though when it won't matter anymore, I'm going to sit down with a cup of steaming hot coffee and a Benson & Hedges, if they still make them. I'll cough and hack but then my lungs will recognize their old paramour and thief of time and settle down to it.

After all, cigarettes will never let you down. They may kill you, but if it's not that, it'll be something else - too much ice cream maybe, or not-so-subtle indifference and abandonment. In the end it doesn't matter, does it?