So, I had a cigarette on Saturday.

OK, as long as I'm being honest here, I had two and a half. Technically. The first one I broke the filter off of while I was smoking it, and wound up chewing rather than smoking. The second (which was the "half") was Sick Boy's (he strayed too!) and I just had a drag or two, and the third was the only one I actually smoked properly.

In my defense, I was drunk. And stoned. And I haven't felt any urge to go back to smoking since.