halle-fucking-lujah!

may 31, 2004, the evening of my mom’s 80th birthday was the last day i smoked a cigarette. i drove myself to the emergency room of saint luke’s to have my ruptured appendix taken out and i have never looked back.

eight years later, i do not crave nor dream about smoking anymore. halle-fucking-lujah!

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