Good for you, glok. I stopped in 1981, the first time. Realized I was an alcoholic and so were most people in my family. Kept puffing on the cigs, though. Stayed off the sauce ten years.
Second time I quit smoking, then quit drinking a few months later. I think for me it's a Medusa sort of thing. I can become addicted to anything--had to withdraw from Blistex ointment. I used it for fever blisters, but gradually both lips required a thin film of it all the time or they'd crack and bleed. Now I switch brands, change routines, try to keep from becoming dependent on only one answer for anything.

The addicted personality. Let one arm (even a harmless one) of my medusa have free reign, and I'll end up contemplating a trip to the liquor store, like I did this weekend.

I noticed your status line, glok. My cat's acaudate. A Manx.

Hope life's good for you, glok. Take care, y'all.

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