I started stealing cigarettes from my parents once in a while clear back in 1970 when I was 10 years old.
By that time I was already a veteran beer drinker and was also swiping my old mans Seagrams 7 and McNaughtens whiskey and downing it straight
So basically 55 years I have been a documented delinquent.
I have quit smoking a couple of times, once for over a year. That was back in the late 80’s when the cheeky bastards at the convenience stores started putting cigarettes in a cup next to the register and selling them for 10 cents.
One thin dime and I was off to the races again.
I have quit a couple times since but after a while started in again. Currently, I haven’t smoked a cigarette since the morning of my last surgery, March 17th.
I am using a Vape the wife gave me but even with that I am not ingesting even half of the nicotine I was , plus none of that tar and other crap that go with cigarettes.
What may have inspired this post and that headline you may ask?
My damn truck..
Every time I have gotten in that damn thing since the surgery the inside of the truck has smelled like a giant rolling ashtray.
The reek would just slam you in the face every time I opened the door.
I finally couldn’t stand it anymore so today I opened that ashtray up and cleaned it out. Along with several butts and a bunch of ashes all over the place.

I almost feel bad because it was a virgin when I bought the truck but whatever.
So hopefully that stink will be gone now. If not, there are escalating steps that can be taken…








