How to begin a smoking habit....
How to quit smoking...AND everything in between....
I want to open up dialogue where everyone does not wander off to other subjects....that is all about Smoking
I hope to stick to the topic myself which is sometimes sort of difficult.
I will begin with a story of how my smoking began and maybe even...why it began:
We sat in the dry, tall grasses, and lit another smoke. I had decided I would tell my secret to my brother. After all he was my very best friend too. I smiled because I had been wanting to share what had happened to me with someone who I felt close to for a while.
I took a long deep drag letting the smoke roll around in my mouth long enough for it to seem like I was inhaling the stuff, then blew it out while pressing my lips together to make the stream of smoke go forward in a thin strait line.
I want to tell you something important Truett.
Okay he said...and gave me a big goofy grin and moved his shoulders in closer to mine...."no I mean...This is serious, you know". Oh...he straigtened up and made a serious face...then he frowned...then he grinned again. "hey stoppit! I mean it!" I said to him. "Okay. Just tell me...I am listening" ...and he got serious this time. So I told him the whole thing...leaving out only the parts I was not sure about. I even shared all my theories about it, and what I felt I should do about it.
My brother paced about....we were quickly emptying the cigarette pack and the sun would be setting soon. He finally expressed his feelings to me about my problem...ending the talk with "I swear I will have to kill him!"
I had told him the things no one had heard me tell about before...and he was fairly upset about it.
I was glad that I had told my brother...and there were very many tears, while I spoke, but the truth was out,and he would share my shame, and my knowledge, now forever more. We stomped out our last cigarettes, lest they begin a fire that might spread to my grandparents home across the fields.
We could hear our mamaw calling us now...it was getting close to sunset and dinner time. "Buddy!" "Tracey!"....then a waiting, a pause for our yells, our replies, and then she called out again ......"Tru-ett!....TRA-CEY!"
We began to run, yelling together in response, to let her know we were there, close..."We are coming!"
I was six years old and I pretended to smoke cigarettes. We would steal a whole pack from our grandmother, from the bread-box where our grandparents kept their cartons from trips to Winston-Salem. Mamaw smoked menthols...Doral's, and Papaw smoked Viceroy's. We took the mentholseverytime. When we were in the mood to try them again, my brother and me. Smoking as many as we could in a day out playing in the countryside...then discarding usually about half the pack when we could not smoke any more, on our walks back.
I just did not yet figure out quite, how to inhale them without choaking, that would come later on.
We blew the air in and out of our mouths in quick bursts, to clear out the smokey smell, and I ran to brush my teeth when we got to Mamaw and Papaws house.
It was nearly time to eat dinner. I was six years old. My brother may have been inhaling...I am not really sure if he could do so just then. He was two years older than I was.
By the time I was ten years old I bought my first pack of Kools for fifty cents.
(A True Story)
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