I wish I could say I quit 4 decades ago, but at least I finally quit. And I know I'll never smoke again. My mom died of lung cancer, and of course, it was a horrible thing, so that and a plea from my daughter--well, those made me finally break. And the sad thing? Quitting wasn't the horrible ordeal I had expected it to be; I could have quit all those years ago. Last year, I just made up my mind, did it, hurt for a cig for a couple of weeks, and that was it. Lots of cravings, but I get into whatever I'm doing, and I forget the craving as fast as it came on.
There is life after Drum rolling tobacco.