Nothing to miss

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.

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