I quit smoking.
One week ago.
No crying for my momma...
No patches, potions or pills.
No acupuncture needles in my eyeballs, or electro-shock treatments to my testicles .
No screaming fits or out-of-control craving.
No fuss or bother of any kind.
I just quit.
It was easy.
That being said:
DO NOT expect me to give up eating red meat and start eating tofu and veggies n' shit...
I may have mentioned (once or twice) that I smoke.
I started in July, 1971.
I was 12 years old.
Now, I'm 47 and I'm entertaining the idea of quitting.
No, I haven't had any health scares.
No, I haven't been motivated by the incessant nagging from my family.
Or by those pain-in-my-ass NO SMOKING! EVER!ANYWHERE! ANYTIME! YOU FILTHY, DISGUSTING, EVIL, SMOKING BASTARD! laws.
Or by the constant price hikes and obscenely high "SIN" taxes.
As a former journalist, I wish that I could claim to be the author of the following masterpiece.
However, in all honesty, I must admit that I have NEVER been this eloquent.
In my humble opinion, with his September 11, 2006 broadcast from Ground Zero, Keith Olbermann has earned a place of honor in the Pantheon of Broadcast Journalism.
We may be trapped in an era of Spin-Doctors, Happy-Talk, Double-Speak and catering to the lowest common denominator, but