It has been 95 days since I smoked my last cigarette. Not that I'm keeping count or anything.
I can give you the hours if you'd like.
I have noticed that my body has undergone some drastic changes since that day. It's almost like I've become a superhero or something. Not like Iron Man (even though I've been told I bear a resemblance to him), but more like an ordinary freak with a weird talent or two. Kind of like a Mystery Men.
Mystery Man.
Whatever.
My sense of smell has increased tenfold. Or probably more. Seriously. I'm not really sure I smelled much of anything back when I was a smoker. But now? I can smell things from five feet away!
And if it's a cigarette? God, I can smell a cigarette from half a mile away. I can pull into the Target parking lot and know immediately how many guys are huddled outside its front doors, taking their last drags before entering the store.
It's all I can do to resist the urge to run up to the guys and run my tongue inside their mouths, picking up the traces of the sweet, sweet nicotine.
Unfortunately, I don't think the ability to smell cigarettes from far away is a super power. At least not one they'd make a major motion picture about.
But if you're interested in the rights, feel free to contact me.
And if you're not interested in my sense of smell, maybe you'd like to hear about my other super power: I can now walk up flights of steps and long distances (~20 feet) without losing my breath or coughing.
But wait!
Not only can I walk long distances, I can do it fairly fast. But it's not really walking, or even fast-walking. I believe the elders call it "running."
It has been 95 days since I smoked my last cigarette. Not that I'm keeping count or anything.
I can give you the hours if you'd like.
Superhero
