Cigarettes Pt.1 - justin_guber

Cigarettes Pt.1

I remember when I first started to REALLY smoke. I'd tried a cigarette once or twice before, at a friends house, when I was 14. But I only really started smoking at 16, when I met Jordan.

Now, understand this, it wasn't Jordan's fault. Jordan never really forced me to smoke, he was just a smoking buddy. It was a guy named Fakhar that was to blame. Of course, nobody in England could actually pronounce Fakhar properly, so we'll call him what everyone else, from students to the faculty to the headmaster called him: Fucker.

Fucker knew Jordan's older bro, so we ended up hanging out at Fucker's room, where Fucker offered a cigarette. I declined, to which he said, 'Don't be shy!', and the rest is history.

Now I'm a regular Constantine, smoking 2 packs of Marlboro Lights a day (although I'm making the switch to Dunhill lights since they're a client of the ad agency I work at), and I hate to admit it, but I fucking love smoking.

There was that period of guilt: I'm screwing up my lungs. Bad breath. Stinky clothes. But please, admit it, as Chandler said, 'Smoking is cool and you know it!'

Not that I haven't tried quitting. I have, many many times. Nicotine patches, gum, inhilators, they don't work. I can't remember what I used to do in my spare time when I wasn't a smoker. Did I really wait for a bus with my hands in my pocket and no cigarette? How could I have watched a DVD without smoking a cigarette? Why the hell would I have a pint and no cigarette?

Smokers are in another reality, where the cigarette is just as important as air. And to think, when I was five I was telling my dad off for smoking. How things change.

31.5.04 09:08

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