My biggest vice is my smoking. I started when I was 15. Today, I am 65. Yeah! Celebration: 50 years of smoking.

I know, I should not. But I can't quit. I am weak. I tried many times. As of now, my doctor did not tell me to quit. But the day he says I should quit, I will change the doctor.

I enjoy smoking. When I have stress (which is seldom) I cool down with a cigarette. Or when I have to think, it goes better with a smoke. And after a meail, how nice to have a pull.

But I am a decent smoker. In a restaurant (the very few ones that are left where you can smoke), I would never light a cigarette when I see that the people at the next table are eating. And at home I do not want to incomodate my family with my smoking. That is why I smoke on the balcony. Even in the harshest winter. That is why I bought a coat with which I could go to the North Pole.

Well, that is my little defense of my vice. Now, I will not go and smoke one. Because I smoked when I wrote this. In my office. Which is not the same place where my family is.