And then there were four.

Five, I mean.

OMG!

@goliathtree 1995 is when I stopped. Except for a very occasional foul tasting but habit-wise yearning

@damselfly me too. October of 1995.

@damselfly well, I didn't try. I figured if my throat closed up it meant that either my brain or my body was trying to tell me something. I quit in October 1995. Tried to smoke in March, 1996 and never tried again.

@Serenitree I didn't really try, either. One of my colleagues remarked, one Thursday afternoon, that I hadn't smoked all week. Usually being stuck at a keyboard with one tight deadline after another involved punctuating my day with at least one cigarette, burning itself down in an ashtray full of fag-ends. That's when I realised I was fine without them. But I think it's the habit rather than the drug that got to me. No withdrawal symptoms, and the ability to have one or two when I see others at it