It's now been 83 days since I quit smoking. On monday night on the 6 line, somebody left a brand-new full pack of yellows on a seat. That was my brand when I smoked. I thought about smoking one, but i decided to just leave it on a seat, as sort of a six-dollar donation to whoever found it first. Outta sight, outta mind. First guy that gets on the bus brings it up to me. Yikes. I say "you can have it, man" but he doesn't smoke. So there I am with my brand on the dashboard from Southdale to Franklin. It's hard. I was seriously sweating more than I do at the gym. Finally a girl who saw the whole thing asked if she could have them. What took so long?