I really do need to. I'm going to give the patch another shot, but the New York State quitline makes you wait three months, so I may try to do it cold-turkey before then... But if I had a dollar for everytime I've gone cold-turkey, then I could actually afford cigarettes at $8 a pack.
I'm almost tempted to adopt the method my friend's mother used to quit: sit down in front of a fire, and smoke as many cigarettes as you can in a chain before vomitting profusely. A tad ridiculous, but she hasn't smoked a cigarette since, and that was somewhere around 15 years ago.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
