I love smoking. After a meal or when I don’t know what to do in a social group. What else am i supposed to do with my hands when i don’t say anything ? And the smoke is like my stress coming out from my body. Fantastic. But it stinks, and really, i find the taste awful. The worse is when i try to swin or run; you could hear me breathing like a cow giving birth.

So when my friend Fairy (not her real name) ask me if i wanted to quit with her, i painfully said yes. So we each bought an electronic cigarette and we tried to forget tobacco.

It was hard. All the excuses were good for rolling a cigarette and getting one more egg closer to cancer. But i held. The heat wave did help, i was to hot to go out, at least.

First day over. Hope it’ll last.