This troper seems to end up resorting to lighting his cigarettes on the burner in the kitchen more often than he'd like. Lighters are just so tiny. So easily misplaced.

This troper has done that. It's an electric glass stove, though. It takes a while.

This troper was, at one point in his life, physically addicted to nicotine ''without'' being psychologically addicted (and thus, without feeling cravings). He found it rather amusing that sometimes, if he left home in a hurry, he'd later realize he MustHaveNicotine because he simply ''forgot'' to smoke.

Oh, and he's since quit entirely. You know, in case you were wondering.

This Troper is the inverse; said Troper had a two-week hospital visit and wasn't bothered at all by nicotine withdrawal, being tough as nails. That and because he also drinks over a gallon of coffee a day and was too busy being miserable about ''that'' to care (they wouldn't let him have any there). Still smokes, currently; soon as he got out he picked up the habit again. Can eat nails, but mentally, he gets into habits as easily as it is hard to break them.

This one here is a very long sleeper (ten hours are enough, thank you). On school days, he has to get up at 8 (he catches the bus at about 8:10 - go figure). If he does NOT smoke a cigarette in the morning, he won't be worth shit for the first two hours of classes. He's also a shameless fag-bummer when his pack runs dry (or when he simply doesn't have the money to buy cigs).

Exceptions are made for Pall Malls (fuck ''off''!), and in times of need, he has resorted to menthol cigarettes. Now that's addiction.

This troper has the same problem, and being a non-menthol guy bumming cigarettes in a new york community college he sometimes fantasizes about a world where the person who invented newports died in a fiery car crash.

OP here. I'm wearing a nicotine patch as I write this. I am heavily averting this trope right now. This thing is blasting heavy doses of feel-good stuff directly into my bloodstream...and by God, ''it itches''.