Unfortunately, once I did learn to smoke, I couldn’t stop. I escalated to two packs a day very quickly, and stayed that way for about ten years. When I decided to stop, I adopted the method that my father had used when he quit. He would carry a cigarette in his shirt pocket, and every time he felt like smoking, he would pull out the cigarette and confront it: “Who stronger? You? Me?” Always the answer was the same: “I stronger.” Back the cigarette would go, until the next craving. It worked for him, and it worked for me.
