I started smoking when I was around eight years old. Yes, really smoking. For about a year I smoked once per month. Not a lot but still advanced for my age. Special thanks to Dad for smoking cigars in front of me every Sunday, to my half German baby sitter for sharing hers with me, and an honorable mention to the random ghetto-mart near my house (next to million dollar homes?!?) that sold to ten year olds (yes, really). If I'd accompanied the smokes with coffee I'd probably be Chinese gymnast sized.
I've tried to quit since I was 18 but haven't been able to totally give it up as it's pretty occasional. I only smoke a few days per season (yes om declaring that we have smoking seasons- they're like semesters but with no grades). It's easy to justify a few cigarettes and live in denial of my baby habit. To complicate matters I've given up Marlboros and have embarked on an exclusive affair with Dunhills. My checking account is not happy about this.
The only downside (aside from the cost and ever-present threat of cancer for occasional smokers) is that people inevitably ask to bum one when I smoke in public. Maybe from now on I should cover them in a Kool wrapper.
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