This reminds me of a less than proud moment in my life, actually, but it marks another kind of turning point for me.
One of the times my dad quit smoking when I was a kid, I bought him a sort of gag gift trophy cig, it was a single cigarette with a wooden matchstick encased in a little glass tube imprinted with the words "in case of emergency, break glass". He thought it was funny, and he kept it in his desk drawer for many years. When I was about 17, and jonesing for a cigarette, any cigarette, I was rifling
through his stuff and found it there.
And I smoked it.
How awful is
that?