- Joined
- Jan 20, 2019
Yea... I understand were you come from. My story is that I was that "hard hitting" type of guy when he had time off is was "anything goes" But there was that 1 guy in any biker crowd and his nick was "DD" .I quit smoking cigarettes about 5 or 6 years ago. ( I smoke one cigar a day, but when I smoked cigarettes it was more like one a month.)
The gum worked for me very well. I chewed that until I got sick of it and then slowly replaced it with regular gum, which I also got sick of.
Surprisingly, my doctor doesn't care about the cigars. When I told him I smoked cigars he asked "how many do you smoke a day?" when I said "one" he just shrugged and told me that according to the FDAs aggregate data you have to be in the 3+ a day range before your risk becomes statistically higher than a nonsmoker. Unless you inhale them of course, in which case you're an idiot and you're just going to fucking die.
Quitting cigarettes was hard but I don't really even think about it now. I do worry about the consequences later on down the road (you don't get off the hook entirely just because you quit.) but I didn't take up cigarettes until I was 21, and I quit before I was 40, which are both in my favor apparently.
I don't have much advice beyond saying that the gum totally worked for me, but I know some people don't have any luck with it. Just do whatever you can to quit. It's not easy but it's possible even if you're really addicted like I was.
He was literally the poster child of what a real biker was all about. Strong as an Ox with long wavy hair smoking his cigs and Jaeger, which he got me hooked on. And we partied fucking hard. Like many things our ways parted. The Biker Community was turning real dark and I already knew what kind of darkness people can do. But DD was to much into the game and I knew he would not leave all that he was accustomed too.
We parted on good terms and after a few years I stopped the heavy drinking and smoking. I went to the o biker bar just to see how things are (that is another sad story but for another time). And there he was, my old partner in crime but he look like Death Warmed over.
All of that muscle mass was gone and in its place was a frail old man shooting pool. After getting over my initial shock, I calmly went over to where he was and talked to him a bit. That man whom I admired had Cancer bad and I knew he was not going to live much longer so we talked about old times and who banged who at the bar while drinking coffee as he could not drink hard liquor no more.
I was still riding my Harley, the one I rode with him on many exploits. He had to sell his because of his illness. We said out last good byes as we both knew he would not be around much longer and I rode away. The next week I gave away all of my smokes and almost all of my alcohol. I kept a few bottles of Jaeger for that special occasion or two.
Moral. How you live your life will have consequences. This was a man I'd admired and he lived his life the way he wanted, but to go out that way in his mid 50's gave me the shutters and a bit of sadness as on how he died.
Cancer is a cruel mother fucker that does not care who you are or who you might be. The Smokes killed him and so did the Drinks.
What is left are the memories of the forgotten times of people interacting with each other who are not here.