How To Win Over Addictions
Slowly. Then Suddenly.
I started smoking when I was 16. I quit when I was 36. The twenty-year affair would have still been going on if not for a small patch of skin. On my tongue.
I get ahead of myself.
I loved smoking. It was my pride and joy. It was my rebellion from the leash of society and the one act of showing I was independent. I was the…