Well, this isn't the kind of story you would expect. I was a constant smoker for over a year, totally into cigarrettes and cigars. When I was in Ny with my family, one of the movies we went to see was that "hero vs. the powers of Satan" movie, Constantine. I don't think anything I have ever seen in my life hit harder to me the fact that I needed to stop smoking. It may sound stupid, but something about seeing him cough up all that nasty blood, and watching him have those meeting with his doc telling him he's screwed and going to hell, and those X-Rays showing the cancer eating him inside out. It all just took a huge toll on me. Maybe I was already pretty open to interpretation, because I haven't been to the city in years, and I was already feeling down from visiting the World Trade Center site, but that movie really got to me. I have been free of tobacco since then, and I have ZERO urges to turn back at all.