@Smokin Joe congratulations for quitting smoking! My dad said it was the hardest thing he ever did.
Maybe you need to change your nickname to Non-Smokin Joe? 
Actually, it wasn't hard for me, really. I had some sort of lung crud, and to top that off, someone backed a diesel pickup right up next to my living quarters on the rig while I was asleep, on a calm (as in no wind) winter night in ND, and left it idling. When I woke up, there was a cloud inside the shack that came down to within a couple feet of floor level, and I was having a harder time breathing. I got up, aired out the shack, hacked up a bunch of crud and caught my breath outside, went back in and looked at the pack of smokes on the counter and thought "I don't
even want one of those". Never felt inclined to smoke again.
I left the open pack in the drawer and took the carton and a half back to town next trip in, and gave them to my wife, who never did quit as long as she lived. Those cigarettes sat in the drawer for over a year, before a Sperry hand came over desperate for a smoke. He said he was trying to quit, but just had to have one. I told him I had some, but they were a mite stale. He lit it and the first drag burned it about half way down. He decided maybe quitting was a good idea.
But then, I get my nicotine from smokeless tobacco now, and that's another story...
