I used to hate No Smoking Day, especially the stuff about how smoking is bad.
I wasn’t going through two and a half packs a day because I thought smokes were healthy, or because I thought ladies loved to see a man who couldn’t climb stairs without coughing up a lung.
Like every smoker since about 1947, I knew full well that smoking was lethal. I just couldn’t stop.
And then I did, after 22 years. But I still hate No Smoking Day.
My reasons are different now, though.
I hate it because it’s a day of listening to smug ex-smokers talking about how easy stopping was.
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