As for my take on the difficulty in stopping the ciggies, I think my experience with booze and drugs is illustrative. I was going to die, and it was going to happen pretty damn fast and it was just barely enough to trigger my hitting and accepting I had hit bottom and then finding the cajones to make some changes.
With ciggies, that hitting bottom shit doesn't occur till your doctor whips out your fucking x-ray that you've been putting fucking off for weeks because you already fucking know what the fuck it's going to show and that fucking bastard doctor informs you you are going to fucking die and it isn't going to be very fucking long now and it is going to fucking hurt like hell and it's because you fucking did not quit the goddamn fucking cigarettes 25 fucking years ago , you stupid fucking twit.
With ciggies, that hitting bottom shit doesn't occur till your doctor whips out your fucking x-ray that you've been putting fucking off for weeks because you already fucking know what the fuck it's going to show and that fucking bastard doctor informs you you are going to fucking die and it isn't going to be very fucking long now and it is going to fucking hurt like hell and it's because you fucking did not quit the goddamn fucking cigarettes 25 fucking years ago , you stupid fucking twit.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
