God has done for me what I do for me
I do not remember exactly what day I started smoking e-cigarettes, but I remember the day I quit smoking, like it was yesterday. In about ten years ago, began to play as adults cool by a few friends, as if we stock smoked dried grass backyard and the park of the manor of Jeffery Merrill in Chicago, Illinois. We have also tried to smoke the dried leaves of trees in notebooks, paper, old typewriter Chicago Transit Authority fare transfer paper, pages torn from a phone book or whatever was available rolled. Try my father, cousins, other adults imitate, movie stars, soldiers, cowboys, musicians, hard, evil, good guys and the other heroes who were smoking electronic cigarettes. I think it was cool and glamorous, if she / inhaled or exhaled smoke into the lungs. It made them look smart and under control. I did not know how to smoke at all. I coughed and blew out the burning in my chest and lungs, I felt. It was terribly painful! One day a friend had stolen a package from his mother's open and we tried smoking a real cigarette. I think it was either Benson & Hedges and Virginia Slims cigarettes. Incidentally, we have learned that smoking is also known as "square". We have almost started because my friend's mother discovered his cigarettes were missing and it seemed hard to get is fast. Somehow I've dodged the bullet. If you ask me today, I wish I had discovered, I could be punished. And then we have to get shots for disobedience and do evil. Today it is called child abuse. I think that is what today the world wrong. Spare the rod spoils the child. I needed a downbeat only one GP.
Time passed and I learned the real McCoy, the freshness of the cigarette packs, smoking or crush-proof box! Newport brand cigarettes, a pack of green square or box with the Nike swoosh on the front label and the Surgeon General's warning on the page, to be exact. Twenty filtered, menthol cigarettes, jam with nicotine, tar, embalming fluid and a few hundred more delicious low-toxic doses of lethal poisons packed. I have learned to hold the cigarette like a real man should. I thought the space between my index finger and middle finger with a slight curve on the train, like a cool way to hold a pool stick in a pool hall floor easy, tavern, bar or club. I was cool in 12 years. Stunting my growth and development already. It took me a few days to know exactly how to inhale without choking smoke. And of course I'm suffocating. I had dizziness and vertigo at the beginning of my life sentence of 24 years as a smoker of cigarettes. It made me dizzy and relax after a refreshing cigarette. Oh, I do not discriminate in its infancy. I smoked many different brands, without prejudice. For example, Kools, Marlborough, Salem, players, camels and viceroys (the brand that helped my father emphysema and cancer), well, what ever, nothing. Put this way, if you had a cigarette, I would probably smoke without hesitation. I was cool, calm and collected, a control in the smokers. I mean, it was bad, the best of the best cat, top cool, can you dig it man. (So I thought)
Always cold spit. Spitting stool from white to yellow, beige, brown and green, orange and red and black casual stool. Sometimes getting a solid core that a broken sunflower seed, which stank worse than the dog Rex breath on a hot and humid day in Maywood, Illinois, in July, is similar. Cigarettes were cheap to buy back in the day. I mean the early 1980s when I started to smoke. They were more or less on a pack of 75cents. I heard in the army, they were about $ 7 a carton of 20 packs of tickets at the time, 80 in the early years. It is simply not cost so much, you kill the time. Now the cost of living is high and the cost of dying is higher. My brother and I to hang with a friend. It allowed us to listen to drinking, smoking and loud music in his basement. At home, we hid our bad habit of smoking through its head out of the window while bathroom smoking cigarettes. We use more fresh air and aerosol hair spray to kill the smell of cigarette smoke. Who were we fooling? On a snowy night in winter 1982-83, my brother and took a walk in the alley, where we lived, to smoke cigarettes. My mother, for some reason, open the door to the street saw my brother pull a little bit rich on a bed of fresh Newport was 100 cigarettes. She left the house and saw smoke. I almost broke that day because I was about to take my cigarettes in my pocket. Well, suffice it to say that I finally confessed my habit of smoking at that time also. My mother told us not to smoke around them or in their home, period. She was very disappointed with us, but they knew they had virtually nothing to do what they do, because we were big boys and could officially linked to the inhalation of nicotine, tar and other poisons 400 addiction low dose.
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