No Smoking

One man's journey through the haze of butting out.

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Name: Dana Lee

Saturday, November 05, 2005

True Confessions

On Friday night I went out with the gang and took the opportunity to unwind after almost two weeks of solid work without a break. A few Strongbows later, and ooo - my friend's cigarette looked tempting. "Can I have a drag?" What self-respecting smoker is going to say "no" to me? But wait...it gets better.

"Mind if I bum one?" I hope that you, dear reader, are not too horrified at the prospect. But the news is all good.

Ever since this began, from time to time I've had the little urge to have a smoke. I will even admit to having a drag now and again. But after two full months, along with a decent evening of libation, I woke up in the morning, not hungover, but ill. Ill, because after this length of time, my body is reacting to cigarettes the way it did before I was a regular smoker.

Fact is, I can barely finish one.

You would think that this would turn me off them permanently. But sometimes I want the buzz. And make no mistake, I definitely get a buzz! I suppose this isn't so different from people who smoke a joint, except that the effects are somewhat milder, short-lived, and, of course, legal.

So, this begs the question: is it possible to be a 'social smoker' in the sense of the term that one can have that truly rare cigarette and not fall back into old habits? But...in actual numbers what does that definition mean? One a day? A couple a week?