Shortwave Sportfishing wrote:

I stopped smoking cigars for a couple of years and hated every minute
of it. Finally, I quit even trying - it's ingrained in my soul.


That's called addiction. I know, I was there. When I quit smoking, with
the aids to help, after the pills they gave me were over, I craved a
smoke for a couple of years after. Still, even though it stinks
horribly, and I can tell a person smokes no matter how careful they are
to not get it on there clothes, etc., I sometimes see someone light up
after a meal or something, and I think, damn that would be nice. It's a
fleeting moment these days, however, and I never give in.