Was pretty awesome this weekend. I was at a huge dago family picnic. My Uncle was smoking lung darts the entire day. He offered me a cigar the size of a boat oar as we were eating desserts, I'm sure he had been looking forward to pulling that thing out for the whole, "After a good meal smoke" the entire time he was at the party. I said "Nah, I quit tobacco". He took a deep drag off of it and blew it in my face.
Total dick move, right? I wanted to cough as the shit was nasty as hell and got into my lungs, and I also wanted to rip his fucking face off. But I didn't. In fact I didn't do a God Damn thing other than gather myself with a DEEP fucking breath and went back to my cannoli. I reveled in the satisfaction that I am beating an addiction that that son of a bitch could only DREAM to beat.
How am I doing it? one day at a time, just like I have for 249 days now. How did I eat that cannoli? In like 2 fucking bites. Don't treat your quit like a cannoli boys and girls.
Quit on...