Quitting smoking.

I was a smoker until My dad was killed under a car. He quit 11 years prior. While I was trying to revive him with CPR and mouth to mouth. A yellow fluid came out of him that smelled and tasted like Butts soaking in a glass of water. I called it the taste of death. Needless to say every time I smoked it reminded me of that day. He was killed behind my 58 Fury. And then I saw Christine. I sold it and and quit smoking. And yes I have pics. The residue stays in you a long time.