I remember the day I stole the first cigarette out of my daddy's pack of smokes. Ole Marborol Light 100. I was 11 then. I didn't know that you would stay with me and be the hardest addiction in my life I'd ever cross. I'm 35 years old now. Daddy smoked since he was 11, he will be 77 this year. And as I write this, he lays on a bed, with a collapsed lung, and the other one ready to collapse at any given moment. This is due to the emphysema and COPD you created due to his addiction. I'm fighting mentally with this right now. I don't want to cause my children this type of pain. So with that, I'm ready to say goodbye to you for good and give it everything I've got to keep you out this time. I'm taking back control. Goodbye.