THAT THE CIGARETTE WAS CONTROLLING ME

There I was, an hour earlier the worst nicotine addict I had ever known, (I’ve still yet to meet a worse case) returning, not only free, but going to cure the rest of the world? I’m sure that you can understand Joyce’s scepticism.
What you will find difficult to believe is that before I extinguished that last cigarette, I was already a non-smoker and already knew that I would never have the need or desire to smoke again. Mind you, although I knew at that time that I