good stories.
I can remember going to spend the weekend away for the first time. I was around 13 or 14 and going on my first three day weekend away from home with some sort of school function. By the time day two hit, I couldn't figure out I was I was being so intolerable (like a teenager isn't intolerable anyway,) but I seriously wanted to crawl in a corner. You see me mam and da' were both two pack a day smokers.
It wasn't until years later that I realized that I was withdrawing from nicotene on that trip. I'm 22 now and have been a regular smoker since I was 15. I quit for a year and a half once and another time for ten months, but haven't even felt the desire to quit for the last three years. I really like smoking, and like's been said, I'm going to die and I'm going out with a smile on my face. I'll quit when I have kids and have to be a responcible member of society.
short end of this poke - I blame it all on my rents.
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Last edited by taliendo; 11-14-2003 at 11:08 PM..
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