My buddy Henry Mooner just quit smoking and I get frequent updates on his mental state.

He called yesterday to talk about his dream where his bed was a giant pack of cigarettes. He actually crawled inside, closed the lid and drifted off peacefully.

"How Freud is that!?" he said.

"Let me remind you,"  I said.  "There's pretty convincing evidence that Freud was on cocaine for most of his career."

Now Hank doesn't feel so bad about smoking in the first place.

Keep up the good work.