TL;DR - Smoking a cigarette saved my life.

One day I woke up late for work, as usual. Jumped out of bed, threw on some dirty work clothes that didn't look too filthy, and ran out the front door. As I approach the light to get off my road I pull out my pack of Newport Cadillacs(100s). My light turns green, but instead of moving I decided to pause for a half-second to light my smoke. Just then, an unmarked box truck blows through the red light. My heart stopped to say the least, being that I was driving an '04 Civic Si hatchback a quarter the size of the truck. It's been two years since this happened and one and a half since i quit. Thank you cigarettes, but fuck you I don't need you in my life.