Memoirs Of An Ex-smoker

It all started on September 22, 2002 after a cigarette binge of smoking 2 packs in less than 4 hours. My friends and I were at a show in downtown Richmond, Virginia, when I realized how insanely addicted I was to these things. I had been a smoker since the age of 12, and now at the age of 28 where had it gotten me? I always had headaches, especially that evening. I was nervous, filled with anxiety and a little rage at my life at that time. I might not have had much strength in me that eveing or the years before to control and fully understand my feelings, but I did have 20 lovely, relaxing friends that never let me down. They always calmed me when I didn't want to feel the pain, when I didn't know what to do with myself, or when I just needed strength from within. I didn't realize that evening how incorrect I was in assuming that any of these notions or feelings were true. They were all a fallacy. They were never real. None of it.