This last weekend my wife and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary, wine tasting and fancy dining. I broke our my black leather jacket which I don't wear very often.
Strolling down the main street, I reach my hand into the pocket and I feel a familiar, yet unfamiliar object... A can... If you saw my face it probably looked like I had seen a ghost.
It have been 792 days since I quit, that means this have has been in the pocket for over two years and we moved houses... WTF!!!
I was too embarrassed and didn't tell my wife, I just threw it away and then you guessed it, I had cave dreams that night.
I guess there is nothing to do but keep posting roll and forever be haunted by my past addiction.