From TheLongestTrip.com
I dreamed I took out a crumpled pack of Winstons from my jacket pocket. I was sitting at my desk, hunched over my keyboard, stressing over some problem or another. I carefully fished out the last, unbroken cigarette.
The wretched little treat magnified in my view. I could see the grains of the paper and the fibers of the filter. Larger and larger it grew until it blinded me from all else and then … I woke up, thankful. It had been a long time since my last real cigarette.
One day back in September 2007, I decided that my lungs were done being tortured. That my blood was through being clogged with sludge. That the world around me would be free of discarded ashes and filters. And now it’s 500 days later.
Read More at TheLongestTrip.com: 500 Smoke-Free Days
