I smoked the last cigarette in my pack, and on the way to buy another from the store, I decided to not buy another and just to quit. Just like that. I’m writing about it just to make it real; I’m making a promise to you in order to reinforce the promise I’m making to myself. We speak, and it becomes real. I’ve really come to believe this against every instinct of rationality in my being. When the impossible is eliminated, whatever remains — however improbable —…
