Day Eleven, The Choice Not To Smoke
True to my masochistic tendencies, I dove straight into smoky bar nights. After a nice dinner with Nicole’s family, my friend Kyley called me up and said they were going to a new bar that opened in town, and that it was a non-smoking bar.
A word about Kyley - That guy was almost as bad of a smoker as myself. He was so high strung that he’d crush the filter while inhaling the entire cigarette in 5 drags. Total freak. When I heard he quit smoking, I was blown away. Even mroe impressive, he quit by getting trashed in smoky bars every night and keeping himself just coherent enough to make a rational decision not to smoke.
Kind of inspiring really. I finally went into a the smoke filled pit known as the Belmont Inn, and I took a few shots, wandered through the haze, and every ten seconds, made a decision NOT to smoke.