I think that when SC goes into his house he smells the trigger. Unless you can condition your mind to really hate all aspects, you have the possibility of slipping. All my friends smoke, I was driving a truck in which the night driver smoked. It was very hard to get away from.
I told nobody what I was doing. I didn't want the harassment, I wanted to do it on my own. It was my birthday, June XX 2007 and I was drunk. The wife was away on business, so no one to help me out. I ran out of smokes and simply passed out with the drunken idea that I was going to quit. I surely couldn't drive to the store, I may still be in jail. That night was the last night I smoked. The first 3 days were the hardest. I stayed away from booze and didn't go out anywhere but to work.
When my wire returned, we were laying in bed and she just said, 'Thank you'. Puzzled I said, 'For what?' She said for not stinking like an ashtray. She was happy to kiss me now and didn't have to hold her breath. That was enough for me. I still told her that I just didn't have any smokes, but she knew. My skin didn't stink, my hair, breath, hands, etc..., didn't stink. I haven't touched them since.
It was a son-of-a-bitch to do, but I did it and would never go back. EVER.