Tobbacco: The Wonderful Evil Weed

Much to The Wife's disappointment. I have, after an eight year absence, started smoking again.

The desire for tobacco has never left me, not since I quit back in 2004.  I would dream about smoking.  And the smell of a freshly lit cigarette in particular was a powerful memory trigger.  My dad remains a heavy smoker.  He'll be 75 this year.

The catalyst for starting back up was my father's visit last year.  He smokes about 50 a day, and when he came to visit me for two weeks last year, I didn't want to make him feel left out so I bought a couple packs of these lovely cafe creme cigars.  And they're nice, too.  A great smoke.

And then, it was on.

The sad part is, I enjoy it.  The flavour, the aroma, and the feeling.  For me, it makes some of the difficult elements of my life a easier to bear.

I switched to the cheaper cigarettes a couple weeks ago, but I'm not liking it as much.  The biggest thing, I think, is that they're not as strong.  They're simply not as nice as the cigars.  But you get that for which you've paid.

I know the health risks.  I have also seen what it does to people.  I should quit.  I know all these things.  So, will I?

When I'm ready.  But I suspect that will be sooner rather than later.