Most of us enjoy fresh air. Some of us enjoy the luxuries of shooting deer off our front porches or great big gardens out back. How do you like running out of smokes at seven in the evening and the nearest 7/11 is a twenty mile round trip in a sleet storm? There's the rub, all that country out in the country.
We had a place downtown and the neighbors in the apartment above us had a weird hobby. Furniture moving , lifting and dropping, and screaming.
Eventually I had to quit smoking anyways. I was living downtown at the time. It was nice to be one block away from what was called "The Ghetto Choppper" a 24 grocery store. At three AM I could go out and get a t-bone steak and a half a dozen eclairs, polish them off, and sleep for ten minutes. Don't worry about how much weight you gain, quit smokin' them butts. The pain goes away eventually.
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