During the third week of July, three things happened: my brother—against the advice of his doctor—began smoking again; my younger son stepped off a plane with an e-cigarette shaped like a USB hanging out his mouth; and my eldest son shared his worst nightmare with me—a dream in which I was disappearing in a cloud of smoke. The subconscious reveals our deepest fears, and my sons are obviously extremely concerned for my health. They’re not alone; I was troubled by these three incidents as well. I need to be more conscientious about my addiction, and the effect it is having on my family. That same week, my brother gifted me an IQOS device, along with a few packs of HEETS. My brother thought that at age 50, gadgets were not for him, but he knew that I’m always curious to try new tech. I was also given the opportunity to
