I’ve had an Uzi pointed at me once upon a time. I have been beaten up by the bodyguards of a Serbian warlord. I have served as a human shield for war refugees in Central America. I have endured below freezing temperatures in the Saharan desert, snowstorms in the forests of Sweden, and have even survived the vortex of death in the Pacific Ocean.
But turning my back on tobacco might just be the death of me.