My New Best Friend
Small town boy, spent my youth running the neighborhoods playing sports and only sat long enough to eat, while friends waited outside to play. My Dad's theory was to keep his 3 sons busy as they couldn't get into trouble if they were busy at the ball diamond, soccer field, arena, and many clubs over the years! My mother was a hairdresser and had a shop built on the back of our home for her to run her business.
Meeting the Beast
One of the ladies that worked for my mom was a very sweet lady I liked very much. She also was a smoker that used a little holder/filter thing to hold her cigarette. In between smokes she used to let me pretend I was smoking like her which the ladies in the shop though was cute. As we got older I wondered what it was like to actually smoke as it looked so cool. So I snuck one from the packs she had laying everywhere and a few friends and I headed out into the corn field to try it out. The first head rush... funny feeling we ever had and we were now cool kids too. I bought my first pack from a machine shortly after and never looked back cause I could quit anytime I wanted right. I was 13 yrs old!
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