26. June 2018
This is a harmless little story of how I finally managed to quit smoking without killing anyone or destroying any defenceless kitchen appliances or random pieces of furniture. Like you over there, puffing away on a smoke while reading this, I used to love smoking. I adored it, I loved it more than life itself. I was the most faithful smoker a tobacco company could ever wish for. What I lacked (still lack) in alcohol tolerance I made up for in cigarettes and I could smoke anyone under the table,...
