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Quitting

I quit smoking as soon as Benicio was born. Sometimes I think about my last cigarette the way I used to think about being with only one woman. Is that it? No more late nights smoking at my favorite bar (my favorite because it has an outdoor patio, great for smoking). No more uncomfortable moments the first time you take a girl home with you, stumbling to make the first move. No more lighting up in the rain (my favorite time to smoke). No more first kisses...that's going to be a tough one to quit. But the other day I went out with my friends to that favorite bar. We hung out outside drinking Belgium Ales and I didn't have the urge to smoke. Not once. It was really wierd. We talked, drank, and the thought of smoking never hit me. I even woke up the next morning expecting to have that smoking breath, my clothes still reaking, and my lungs feeling like they've been dipped in tar. Not this morning. And I also recognized the person I woke up next to (yes, it was my girlfriend/fiance).

So I guess my point is (since my posts always have to end with a point) that I no longer see it as quitting. It's more like growing. No, changing. I don't know...whatever it is it's different and different is always cool. Shit, I'm actually gonna end one of these things without a solid point. Quick mind, come up with a solid point...Nothing. The Mavs beat the Suns tonight in basketball. The Suns need to work on their defense if they're going to play for a title. There, that's a solid point.