I've smoked well over half of my life. Considering that I'm 28, that's pretty white trash. Over the years, I've tried many times to quit but always pansied out and kept sucking down tar until I caught word of our icon's plight a couple weeks ago. I've always had it in my head that cancer would be my endgame and that I needed to bail the loser's path before it came to that but it never got as real as it did once Big T got his dismal diagnosis. I hope he's one of the philosophical sorts who thinks it was worth it if only his suffering saved but one life... because that's what happened.