By smoking I could become Humphrey Bogart or Clark Gable. Yes, I was buying a dream when I bought my first pack of cigarettes for 15 cents. Smoking that first cigarette put me into overdrive I could talk, laugh, even make passes at my date.
Smoking was als6 an act of rebellion against my parents, who prohibited the use of tobacco. While I lived at home, my smoking was kept secret. I concealed cigarette packs behind my books and hung out with other young criminals who smoked.
Staying Clean. What happened on July 4, 1982, that finally made it possible for me to put away the deadly sticks?
I believe it was an almost spiritual sense of my own helplessness. For two years I had suffered from chronic bronchitis and a practically permanent cold. For months I had been conscious of a gradual draining of energy mental and physical. I blamed it on Los Angeles smog, on lack of exercise, on overwork. I blamed it on anything and everything but cigarettes.
Then, on that miraculous Independence Day morning, I blamed it on cigarettes.
I got into my car and started driving to a party. I could not make it. I turned around and pulled back into the garage of my apartment building. I switched off the ignition. I believed that I was soon going to die or, worse yet, go on living as a cripple. I had no willpower left. I closed my eyes and whispered, God. If theres any purpose to be served by my living, please help me.
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