Too long with the habit. I've seen it destroy people, yet I continued to smoke.
"I won't fall victim to cancer! I'm DIFFERENT!".....stupidity.
Anyway, my plan for my quit: On Oct. 15th, put on a patch and drive to the beach where I scattered my mom's ashes into the ocean. Sit there on the jetty, sing a few songs on my acoustic, read a few relevant poems, say 'Hi' to my mom, and crush a dozen cigarettes in my hands as hard as I can. Then scatter the remains of my 'ashes' into the ocean. Goodbye, and good riddance. Yeah, my mom would be proud.....