I seldom smoke, these days. I don't really miss it. I don't miss waking up after finishing a pack the night before and wondering if I should have another to level off my hangover. I don't miss having to do laundry twice as often to get the horrible reek out of my clothes. I don't miss the smell of cigarettes clinging to my hand the day after a night of drinking, unable to remove it no matter how many times I washed my hands.