I was a smoker for about eleven years. And quite an enthusiastic one. Meaning I smoked a lot. But I'm glad to say that I was able to drop the nasty habit two years ago.
And then, last summer in Spain, I took it up again. Yeah, I'm going to quit as soon as I get back to Belgium. Not. And then we went to England. I'll be sure to quit there, seeing it costs shitloads of money over there. Not.
I celebrated the end of summer on a Jazzfest smoking like a chimney having to prove something... and that was it. I quit. Again.
And I hope I'll start... nevermore.
So once again I have banned the cigarettes out of my life. But I must confess that I do enjoy a good cigar once in a while. There's nothing like the smoke of good tobaccoleaves rolling over your tongue, filling your whole mouth with an aroma better than that of fresh coffee.
Here's a selfportrait of me sucking on a Cohiba, Havana. Life can be so sweet. It is not photoshopped. I got the effect by adjusting my shutterspeed.
6 comments:
Are you sure it was a Cohiba ?
A worried fan who stopped smoking 34 years ago - I kid you not.
100 percent sure. I'm a snob when it comes to cigars.
I know what you're going through, or went through. Had a very very hard time stopping about two years ago, and I'll be damned to take it up again. Although it will be tempting at times. But those Cohibas are irresistable.
34 years, Pablo, that is impressive. Tell me, does the urge ever go away, or does it still catch you by surprise at times?
I admit I once inhaled a cigar and practically choked...
Like my friend Steven who turned green and puked his guts out after I let him smoke a Cohiba. He always forgot NOT to inhale...
Courage Lebbercherrie ! The urge has gone and died away com-ple-te-ly over 30 years ago.
Nothing to do with age, as may be the case with some other urges (blush, blush).
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