To this day, I can recall how a good one feels. The calm of a sunset. And I can remember how a bad one feels. The sore throat, cough, headache, numbness, sleepl

To this day, I can recall how a good one feels. The calm of a sunset. And I can remember how a bad one feels. The sore throat, cough, headache, numbness, sleeplessness, smell, and ennui of ignoring all that when preparing another one. When bad memories had been accumulating for a long while, I quit. And it was easy to recall the bad ones whenever I would think of lighting one again. So I didn't. Even if I knew it'd be a good one. Because there would be bad ones after. I won't forget the good ones either. And if I ever think I can just smoke the good ones, without smoking the bad ones after, then I'll start again.