by Mike McHugh
I’d been a smoker most of my life. Quit several times by various methods—cold turkey, nicotine gum, Chantix, you name it. Once I even tried hypnosis. It worked, but I also came out of it with a strange desire to urinate on fire hydrants. A real wise guy, that hypnotist.
My problem was that I’d always backslide. I’d be smoke-free for months, sometimes more than a year, and then I’d be back onto the cigarettes.
Then, I discovered the electronic cigarette, or as my wife calls it, the “adult pacifier.” In case you’re not familiar, the e-cig is a smokeless device that produces water vapor instead of tobacco smoke. The juice that’s used to make the vapor also contains nicotine and flavoring, as well as a thickener—typically propylene glycol.
“You’re smoking anti-freeze?” my wife asked when I told her what was in it. “Why don’t you just…
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