Well, I'm lucky. I never got it started. Remember the first time my friend Eric and I 'borrowed' one from my mom's pack during one of her coffee clatches'. Went out to the bushes and lit it up. Yowza. Felt like someone took a blowtorch to my alveoli. Kind of cured up the thought of the habit from then on.
But I feel for you. Several friends have tried to smack that demon, and it just comes back like a springtime dandelion. Supposed to be one of the hardest thing to kick. Good luck on the final quitage. If only they wouldn't make it so daggone glamorous and addicting. Hmmm....
Just like a Dandelion!! That's absolutely true.
When young the first one I snaffled was awful. It was the so called glamour that in my ten years eventually made me succumb after having gotten used to smoking weed. So many bad habits!