Now I could never really understand why I started to smoke cigarettes  I mean that is something I never thought I would do when I was younger. I hated cigs so much, that I destroyed packs belonging to my friends. They did not like that much, but I felt it was a necessary evil. Then I started to smoke. I regret only that.

I will admit a certain satisfaction that comes with a “smoke”. Hard to explain, but very real. Then I start to think that a longer life is a million times satisfying than a couple thousand cigarettes.

Then last year, I had quit and did very good at it too. I took it on with gusto and grace. I wanted to. For me, my daughter, my girlfriend, and my my image. I had gotten a wave of support, and needed every minute of it.

Then I broke my arm… and I was down and depressed. Not able to paint, be as helpful as I wanted, and just plain needy… I loathed the winter… and I stated to smoke again. Just not as much as before.

Stress of things not working was causing me to think that I needed to smoke so I wouldn’t be a jerk to the people around me.

Like I was doing them a favor. the truth was I wasn’t doing anybody any favors. Maybe the cigarette companies and my future heart surgeon.

Now my arm is healed and I am pumping out work again and I am back to my old self. My work is becoming more well known across the U.S. through my murals. I am also finding a much higher level of financial success because of it. I think it is time to quit smoking before I spend my new fortune on cancer sticks.

So as I go through the following weeks of negating my only real addiction, I will post some thoughts on this experience.  Here is a video sent from a friend that reminds me to stop smoking. I don’t really know why, but flowers are pretty awesome things, and always come back from hard winters.  Please enjoy the clip…