Private
Haven't touched a cigarette since before gettin' sick. Workin' on the bike kept me busy, so that was easy, but bein' kept in quarantine...well. Despite bein' bored as fuck, not smokin' was easier than listenin' to everybody bitch.
The funny thing is...I don't even want 'em anymore. Not really. Sometimes I get cravings, but I know there's other ways to handle 'em, so I've been doin' that instead.
Actually thought about it the other day. As a kid, only person I knew that smoked was him. As much as I hate that man, I sure ended up a lot like him. Smokin', drinkin', hittin' people... Never hit anybody I was supposed to care about, but still. No wonder Mom hates the way I turned out so much. She knows I ain't him, but...watchin' me grow up to have a lot of the same vices...
Shit.
...Guess maybe this is the part where what she's always told people comes true. "The only one who can change him, his him. And as long as he doesn't want to, he won't." I dunno about changin' everything. I sure as fuck don't feel the urge to be one'a them real nice guys, but...cuttin' out the smokin' and the drinkin'.... (and the fightin', at least the real unnecessary shit)... Don't think that'll hurt nothin'.
(ooc: For Aku's roommates -- feel free to observe the cigarette packs (some of them unopened) and the lighters/matches in the room trash can. He pitched them all. ^^)