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Reminiscing, over coffee,
about cigarettes became as bad as I could be. My party days were long gone. The twelve steps led me to freedom.

Only some of the time, I would think about cigarettes. The rest of the time I was just being. Not thinking about anything, driving here, walking there, oblivious and totally aware at once.

I'd come a long way, is how I'd put it.

Just being was the strangest of achievements, but it worked wonders.