And off we go...

Those that've met me in person will probably agree on two things... 1) I'm very -large-, and 2) I'm never far from my next cigarette.

Or wasn't.

It's now been seven days since my last cigarette. There's one last one left in the pack that's tucked into the console of the truck... it's there in case I go completely psycho and need to have one before I get killed, arrested, or worse. Still, I have no intention of lighting that last one. Maybe I'll have it bronzed.

Wooba.