What was your greatest smoking shame-

It helps me to remember mine and I don't hesitate to share it. After all,stop smoking now, if I can't let me hair down here, why even bother posting, right?I'd been stiffed in a business arrangement with a writer I looked up to. On the strength of our friendship and a verbal agreement, I quit my job and worked full time converting an original screenplay of his into a novelization.The money never came in as promised. Dribs and drabs. And soon enough I was behind on bills and rent,stop smoking, with a cross-country 'employer' who proved to be as slippery and shifty as a Southern senator. The check was always in the mail.Anyway, I remember running out of cigarettes, no food in the apartment. I remember needing to call this man, but needing a smoke for the call. I remember scrounging the pavement outside my apartment building, rounding up ground-up, stepped on, disgusting cigarette butts. And I remember wimping out on the phone while I smoked these hideous butts and 'begging' this dude for the money he owed...then hearing him tell me the deal was off...we had nothing in writing...etc. He sent me one last check...that bounced. And I continued smoking ground-out butts until I found another job.Nowadays, as a happy nonsmoker, I'd get the deal in writing--and I'd stop work the first time the cash flow was not as agreed.