It's strange, but when I had my second (and almost fatal) heart attack, the surgeon told me that if I didn't quit, the next time he saw me would be at my graveside. That was in 2008...I carried on smoking for another eight years! Why did I do that? Stubborness, maybe? Lord only knows...
I had my first cigarette at the tender age of nine...yes, 9. My father got his baccy tin out, rolled me a smoke, and said "eeyar boi...." and that was it. What with fifty years plus of inhaling tobacco smoke, diesel fumes, road dust, sh*t and cr*p from forty years plus of trucking, I consider myself lucky to be still alive...