Month 2

Yep, I've lost track of the days. I didn't even post on the 1 month anniversary. Things have plateaued. Or if anything it's getting harder. The city is full of beautiful people smoking. The smokeless hours stretch out unendingly. The wife kindly bought me a book of Bill Hicks routines which is great but unforyunately contains as passionate a defence of smoking as you'll ever read. I can dismis other cool-looking smokers as the tools of The Man (I'm looking at you Depp & Moss) but it's harder with my belopved Bill. I need to dig out his giving up routine. And to remember that he died of cancer at the age of 35. (Though I don't think it was smoking related.) I can't believe how much I miss it. I'm in that very dangerous place where I want 'just one'. And you know what the man said - one's too many. And a hundred's not enough.