My dad used me as an excuse to rebuild the unfinished basement and build out the Lionel train set he'd always wanted.
Shortly thereafter he decided he could no longer tolerate his wife and moved in with his mistress full time. He built out a room just for me, but I knew Mom would off herself if I abandoned her. Plus I was smoking by then and Dad hit me whenever I smelled like smoke.
It was a nice train table until a pipe burst and flooded the basement. Don't buy particle board furniture. It becomes pulp as soon as it gets slightly damp .
Halfsvere Shag. Finely shredded rolling tobacco like Drum or Ball Shag. I rolled my own smokes before I quit. The aroma, in my opinion, is dreamy, especially compared to American cigarettes.
If Bali Shag released incense sticks, I'd seriously consider purchasing them.
True! I was out of my element last year and ran out of juice due to poor planning. Resorted to sharing a smoke and felt like garbage for the next two days.
I do still miss the smell, though. Probably just nostalgia from feeling like a Cool Guy for the first time in my life choking down a Camel unfiltered behind the 7-11.
You just reminded me of why Y2K era nostalgia makes me ill.
I was working part time in a mall and heard all this shit on repeat, and my co-workers were quoting The Chappelle Show because it was ok to be racist if a black guy said it first.
There's still hope. I still chain vape, but the amount of nicotine I use is but a whisper. It's entirely a routine at this point. I'm figuring out positive actions I can do whenever I feel the need to suck on my robot dick.
Many people that smoke are already mentally unbalanced. Making them a shamed pariah is doing little for their mental health, it is just forcing them to hide yet another bit of their unhappiness.
Not smoking is healthier, no doubt, but the majority of people that still do it undoubtedly have enough shame going on. Self hate comes into play, as well.
I've quit smoking for a decade now, but am still a nicotine addict. I'm glad I'm not coughing up yellow phlegm and short of breath all the time, but life becomes hell and I become irrational if I haven't had my dose.
I wish I'd never started.
Wish in one hand shit in the other. See which fills up first.
I don't smoke any more, but I love the smell of nice tobacco. I was late for work the other day because a crusty old man was smoking a roll up if Dutch tobacco and I couldn't resist chatting about it.
Last I checked their mother was a hamster.