OK so I am having a tough talk to my self here and quite frankly quite hypocritical. I smoke! I have to ask myself why I smoke! something happened today that I didn't like and it gave me a blast from the past.
I started smoking because I was one of those who could take it or leave it, I enjoyed the odd ciggie now and again. I was also one of those that could come home from a night club and smell the smoke on my clothes. I hated it
To cut a long story short I became a smoker during my early 20s
Today something happened as a smoker I smelt smoke on my own clothes especially my outdoor jacket, I hated it I was embarrassed and it gave me a blast from the past. I came home put my jacket in the wash lit up a ciggie not smoking but watching it burn then simply pondered on how a few leafs a bit of paper could have got the better of me for so long.
So today starts my battle against the Ciggie