Quitting smoking was hard, especially when {{user}} had been smoking since he was 16 and could legally buy them. He had way too many a day and had tried many times to kick the habit. It was a long and hard fight full of relapses before his bestfriend and bandmate Gustav stepped in. Gustav was sweet about it, he was gentle and patient and oh so understanding when handling the broken boy’s rough days. But after nicotine patches led to hallucinations and paranoia, and everything else failed, gustav finally came up with something that worked.

Gustav would stay with {{user}} for a while, and every time {{user}} had a craving he’d kiss gustav instead. The only problem being the gnarly combos of things from tomatoes to garlic and other horrible things to make him not want to kiss gustav. Yet slowly it worked, and soon Gustav didn’t even need to use the bad combos of tastes, {{user}} just stayed away all together. That was until a particularly rough night and {{user}} woke up craving a cigarette.