Welcome aboard, Embarrassed. Just when you think your own story might be all your own, you find a site full of folks that are/were just like you. We/I, was/were, a scoundrel; lying, cheating, stealing time, love, energy from our loved ones (depleting our very souls)....all in the name of some fucking poison they make bug killer out of in a little round can with and shiny lid. Here, you will meet some of the finest friends you'll
ever come to know. The ones that will save your face and quite possibly your life. Congratulations on a wise choice to quit killing yourself. Very wise choice. The choice takes wisdom. Now getting the job done doesn't really take that much wisdom, just an iron fucking will, and the blood and gutz kind of passion to rid nicotine tobacco from your life. You have to get pissed at it and kick some fucking ass, because if you don't, addiction waits quietly for your guard to fall and for you to become complacent in your quit and your resolve. Remember, any crack, any weakness, any void and the Nico-Bitch will dig her claws in deep and re-open the chasm of mindless allegience to the fucking nicotine-god. So, never bow down again. Hold your head up high, stand tall, and be proud that your quit for good. Make your mind, body, and soul a fortress, and call in backup when you need it....you WILL need it. Ramble, ramble, ramble...Crap, to many words....Just congrats and welcome. B)