My life has been crappy lately. I bought a pack of cigarettes Saturday. I didn't smoke any. I threw the pack in the trash at my next destination for two reasons, I knew they would make me physically sick and my oldest son, the one with Asperger's Syndrome, would be angry and very disappointed. I didn't give a dam what anyone else thought. I won't do it again unless I move out of here, which I can't afford to do nor will I ever be able to do and the cost of smoking would eat a good portion of my disability income. The only upside is that it keeps me from smoking.