I used to smoke cigarettes, but was never all that crazy about it. I'd still buy packs, and have about 4-5 a day, usually after I had blazed. There was a couple of things that made me completely quit. First, I realized that smoking cig's is a sign of weakness in one way or another. It shows bad decision making. It's not helping you at all. Basically, you are paying someone for bad health, the worst deal of all time. Second, FUCK THE TOBACCO COMPANIES, seriously, fuck them. And the thing that really made me quit those damn things was the video game Metal Gear Solid, which I was a huge fan of. The dude you play as starts with a pack of smokes, and if you smoke them and call your 'doctor' on the radio, she goes into how they are horrible for you. It really made me think, if a video game is telling me these things are horrible, I might as well just get the fucking point already.

The way I did it was I started running every day. After I was done running that first time, I realized how bad of shape my lungs were in, and was picturing what they probably looked like. After that, whenever I felt the urge for a smoke, I'd just think about how nasty those things really are, and what they actually do to you. Fucking society tricking me into thinking that I actually WANT one of them, like it's good for me somehow or something. "Docile consumer, go buy some bad health and be a good citizen, it's cool!"

And the idea that really gave me the willpower to quit - how totally fucking pissed I'd be if I got cancer and died because of them. I'd just think of how totally fucking let down I'd feel about myself if I went to the doctor and he told me I was gonna die soon because of cigarettes. The momentary lack of boredom and the urge to consume that a cigarette offers is not worth horrible health and death to me. The wierd thing is that I couldn't see them for what they really were when I first started smoking, it took awhile for me to figure out what was really going on.