My brother started smoking in the army. They were given smoke breaks, but if you didn't smoke...you didn't get a break. That's why he started. He quit ten years ago and gave up drinking and had never looked back.

I started smoking in my thirties (asinine, I know) to relieve stress in a job where everyone smoked or chewed. I quit after a year and a half and haven't smoked in that length of time.

My dad smoked three packs a day while working at Boeing and decided to quite the day I was born. As long as I knew him, he always hated cigarette smoke and smokers.

Funny thing is, I still love the smell, as long as it's outdoors.