Fifteen years ago, I quit smoking. For 15 years, I lived a glorious, nico-free existence. That was until about 18 months ago, when I started again–causing friends and family to ask, “What’re you, some kind of moron?!”
And now, as another cloud of smoke settles onto my monitor and into the slots between the keys of my typer–I can’t help but wonder how, how, how the Christ did I get back here again.
