I miss smoking so much.
If I could look into the future and see that I live to 85 — and that I die peacefully in my sleep of nothing more serious than being old — I would light up right this minute.
Conversely, if I could go back in time and visit myself at 14 or so, I’d kick myself in the ass and take away that pack of smokes (Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights in those days) in my pocket.
If I never started smoking I’d have nothing to miss.
And maybe I’d even be taller.