When I was 23, I gave in to peer pressure and took up light smoking. That is, one pack would last me 2 weeks and that's when the cost of 55 cents a pack. I was still living at home and didn't want my parents to know so I did all the common things....breath fresheners, etc.
That "stage" only lasted about 6 months because at that time I met "Al" and he literally said...choose between me or the cigarettes. That was in 1975 and I've never picked up another cigarette since.
I now work for the Cancer Society and sometimes when smokers here that, they shy away, like they expect me to give them a lecture or something. I hate it when that happens.
Smoking is choice and I have NO right to judge those that do smoke. I have some very good friends who smoke and I love them to bits.
My only rule is no smoking in my home (not even on the deck) or in my car.
Last edited by slick; 04-22-2005 at 10:28 AM.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
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