Drastic Times Call for Fantastic People: Help Ken Quit

What I’m about to tell you is more than a little embarrassing. It’s actually kind of humiliating. Here it goes, anyway.

Some time ago I wrote about my struggles with smoking, and then I quit, or so I thought.

But for reasons I don’t understand, I slipped, I goofed, I lit up again. I hate smoking, but apparently I don’t yet hate it enough to give it up.

I hate to say it. No one wants to say it. But I’m going to say it. I’m an addict.

Nicotine is an ugly little drug. It doesn’t leave you face down in an alley. It just leaves you with an odd mix of nervousness and lethargy and slowly works to kill you.

I don’t want it to kill me. I have a lot to live for. We all do.

I really can’t stand the thought of spending another year sticking cigarettes in my mouth and robbing myself of the energy and confidence I’ve worked so hard to gain.

For me, these are drastic times and drastic times call for fantastic people, and I just so happen to know a bunch of them, namely you.

So, I’m asking for your help.

I need people to talk to, people to listen to, people to help take my mind off the cravings that I know will come but eventually subside.

I’m asking for people to sign up and volunteer to be members of my stop smoking hotline. If you’re willing, please send me an email with your name, phone number or skype address, and a time when you would be available to talk. Facebook chats would also be helpful. Be sure to include your time zone.

If I find myself in the throes of nicotine madness, I’d like to contact you and chat a bit. Friendship is a far better drug than the one I’m hooked on.

I know it sounds crazy. It is. But it’s not nearly as crazy as continuing to slowly kill myself and paying through the nose to do it.

If you’d like to help, please visit and read this page: Help Me Quit Smoking