I quit after my heart attack and managed to start up again, but I did manage to quit again too. Just cold turkey really.
I ran myself out of smokes one night and just determined that that was it. I was not buying anymore. Over the course of the next few days, I smoked the butts from my ashtrays. Yes I admit it! Yeah it's gross as all hell. Thats what an addiction does to you. So for a few days, maybe 10 days, I rationed out my BUTTS from my ashtray then made a point to throw out all the refuse from my house. To prevent the urge to look for a butt in the garbage.
When all my valuable little stash was gone, I smashed my remaining ashtrays into pieces and buried them in the dumpster forever. Say goodbye! Mourne the passing of an old "friend" because as you know, you do suffer a feeling of loss. But it's good riddance!
