I Am a Heavy Smoker
It's Quite Strange...... It's quite strange for me noting that many people start smoking in plain because influenced from other people. I heard and read of people who began "poisoning themselves", as I commonly say, because of parents who smoked, or because the major part of friends ad relatives did.
My vice has howewer a different start. In my family nobody smoked; my grandfather did smoke in the past, but quitted years before I was born. Environment I used to associate with (sadly not so gladly) was also quite "healthy" regarding smoke.
But I am an average-heavy smoker. And a very fond smoker, too. I had my first cigarette at the age of 15, I felt angry and sad, lonely; I think I had another bad morning with my school friends, and I was going home. I walked in front of a tobacconist's, never noticed in past. I was so wounded in soul that I suddenly decided that the only thing I needed in that moment was just a cigarette. I bought a packet of Philip Morris.
The first drag was like death, even if I wasn't able to smoke correctly; I kept coughing for minutes when the cigarette finished. I said to myself "I'll throw away that muck, and NEVER smoke again".
Instead I retained the packet, hide it somewhere in garden and kept smoking secretly for almost a month. I used to smoke alone, when there was nobody that can see me; I didn't think of smoking as a social phenomenon: it was my personal anti-stress.
Every time I lit a cigarette, I used to promise "I'll finish the packet, and then I won't somoke again". Bad promises... When I finished that Philip Morris Light packet, I bought another. And then another. An old bus driver offered me a Davidoff, one day. Since that day I have not smoked other brands.
At the age of 18, none of my friends, none of my relatives had seen me smoking. A day in that year, the 13th of November, I just decided to quit. That was so silly! I kept smoking for three years or more, and now I was quitting, while no person had ever known it.
Anyway, I forgot cigarettes for the next two years. Then, in May 2011, I bought a new packet! Why? Well, this is another story. It would last too long, really too long. I started again, and this time smoking was that love I had never had. Just adored that wondrous flavour, the paradisiac feeling of smoke flowing out your lips. Now, I see no reason to smoke in secret. My friends, my parents, my acquaintances were totally astonished: "you started smoking at the age of 20? You must be fool!" they said.
I don't care of them. Cigarettes are the only pleasure in my life. And I think that after posting this story, I'll have a good drag on my Davidoff!
My vice has howewer a different start. In my family nobody smoked; my grandfather did smoke in the past, but quitted years before I was born. Environment I used to associate with (sadly not so gladly) was also quite "healthy" regarding smoke.
But I am an average-heavy smoker. And a very fond smoker, too. I had my first cigarette at the age of 15, I felt angry and sad, lonely; I think I had another bad morning with my school friends, and I was going home. I walked in front of a tobacconist's, never noticed in past. I was so wounded in soul that I suddenly decided that the only thing I needed in that moment was just a cigarette. I bought a packet of Philip Morris.
The first drag was like death, even if I wasn't able to smoke correctly; I kept coughing for minutes when the cigarette finished. I said to myself "I'll throw away that muck, and NEVER smoke again".
Instead I retained the packet, hide it somewhere in garden and kept smoking secretly for almost a month. I used to smoke alone, when there was nobody that can see me; I didn't think of smoking as a social phenomenon: it was my personal anti-stress.
Every time I lit a cigarette, I used to promise "I'll finish the packet, and then I won't somoke again". Bad promises... When I finished that Philip Morris Light packet, I bought another. And then another. An old bus driver offered me a Davidoff, one day. Since that day I have not smoked other brands.
At the age of 18, none of my friends, none of my relatives had seen me smoking. A day in that year, the 13th of November, I just decided to quit. That was so silly! I kept smoking for three years or more, and now I was quitting, while no person had ever known it.
Anyway, I forgot cigarettes for the next two years. Then, in May 2011, I bought a new packet! Why? Well, this is another story. It would last too long, really too long. I started again, and this time smoking was that love I had never had. Just adored that wondrous flavour, the paradisiac feeling of smoke flowing out your lips. Now, I see no reason to smoke in secret. My friends, my parents, my acquaintances were totally astonished: "you started smoking at the age of 20? You must be fool!" they said.
I don't care of them. Cigarettes are the only pleasure in my life. And I think that after posting this story, I'll have a good drag on my Davidoff!
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