Smokin'

I don’t miss it.

I started smoking regularly when I was a little older than the kid pictured on this library video. I was raised by a family of smokers and I suppose being awoken early every morning to the sound of people hacking up pieces of fried lung made me want to get in on that action.

A girl motivated me to quit a long time ago, and like many ex-smokers, I can’t stand to be around lit cigarettes. Smoke coming from a car window at a stoplight gives me an instant headache. That kind of mild, unexpected exposure is somehow even worse than a full assault at a bar.

Uh oh. Revisiting this subject rekindles a dormant urge. How much is a pack of Marlboro Lights these days?