THIS TIME, HE MEANT IT
This Time, He Meant It He had tried everything. The vape pen, which made him cough more than actual cigarettes. Nicotine gum, which upset his stomach. Hypnosis—he fell asleep fifteen minutes in. Even an online course by a former smoker who claimed he quit in just three days… living alone in the mountains. And still—nothing worked. There was always a reason: a tense phone call, a pointless argument, an impromptu celebration. Or simply that hollow space left by not knowing what to do when everything goes quiet. And in that space, he smoked. His nine-year-old son no longer asked him to quit. He just wrinkled his nose when he got in the car. And rolled down the window. That hurt more than any lecture. That Thursday, it was raining non-stop. He was on pickup duty after school. He left early and parked nearby. With twenty minutes to spare, he reached for his cigarettes. They weren’t there. He searched his pockets, the glove compartment, under the seat. Nothin...