I threw the rest of my cigarettes away yesterday evening.
I kept the cigars, but the cigarettes are gone.
There are no benefits.
I find it interesting, really.
I did everything in my power to keep myself from developing a chemical attraction to the things, and yet the second that that package left my hand last night, I had to fight back the urge to pick them back out of the trash.
I had to know for myself why people engage in this act, and I hate my curiosity for it.
But they are gone now.
Their stench was not worth their comfort.