I've tried to quit smoking multiple times in my life, only to be pulled right back into the thick, sexy swirl of nicotine that is sparking up a cigarette. This time is no different, but the first I ever documented. I take drag after foggy drag, coughing out with each one as my freshly de-tarred lungs get used to sucking down the smoke again. At points it really sounds like I'm gonna keel over or gag myself into throwing up. At least all the coughing made me a little light headed...