Quitting smoking

When I came back to Pennsylvania after visiting my boys in Portland for Thanksgiving, I decided to quit smoking, and I decided to do it cold turkey. This has been really, really hard. Probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but:

Today is day 20 without a cigarette.

I’ve been posting every day — usually only one or two lines, or in some cases emojis — about my progress so far. If you want to follow along with this shitshow, you can do so over here.


I originally wrote and published this in 2012, three years after my dad died. Today is 9 years. I can’t believe it — it still seems like yesterday.

I usually try to republish it every year, but haven’t for a couple of years, mostly due to not really writing or posting much during that time. Now that I’m posting again regularly (or semi-regularly at least), it’s back.

Also, in case you’re wondering, this is why the site theme has gone dark (and will be staying that way until the end of December).

December 12, 2012

Three years ago tonight, at 8:30 PM Pacific Time, I was sitting on my couch playing Assassin’s Creed II. My twins were nearly 6 months old, and they were laying on the floor in front of the couch playing with some stuffed animals. Tiffany was at work. It was cold and rainy outside. My phone rang. The caller ID on my iPhone showed it was my brother, so I answered the way I usually do when he calls:

“Hey! What’s up, man?”

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