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Started smoking at 17 when I knew I wanted to try weed and didn't want to get all choked up in front of others the first time. Kept bumming cigs off the cooks and waitresses at the pizza place I worked and and then started buying my own from the cig machine in the dining area. 50 cents a pack. Dad smoked, growing up I always ragged him to quit, showed him the studies, told him what he was doing to himself, I had chronic brochitis as a kid too. My mom about fell out when she saw me smoking.
Smoked about a pack a day for 23 years. Best cigarette is the one after smoking pot, the one with a beer is a close second, after sex is third.
Quit with help (classes and patches) after meeting my now wife who is a non-smoker and even though she went out with me a few times told me there was zero future if I continued to smoke. So I quit, it sucked and 10 years later, out of the blue about once or twice a month I still get the "Gee a cigarette would be nice right now"
Fortunately a lung test last week showed I still have 95% lung capacity, at 50 years I'll take it.
Dad died at age 75, still smoked a pack a day, of an aortic aneurysm he'd known about for 20 years and knew would kill him. Cigs took their toll too, he had shitty stamina for years and coughed up crap constantly. Loved his smokes.
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