I remember the first time I ever inhaled. I came out on the front
steps of my high school, and there were some of my friends sitting there
smoking Salem. I was dared to take a puff (that's a hit in oldspeak)
without coughing. I was thirteen I could do anything! Then the pain hit
at the back of my throat! For the next 20 years I wouldn't be able to
taste or smell the same as that morning.
I remember the night I stopped smoking. I was in Coconut Grove, Miami
on vacation. It hurt to breath. As I was reaching for another cigarette
it occurred to me I might not be able to breath at all soon.... and for
what?? I had a callous on my lip where the paper of the butt stuck to my
skin. My teeth were yellow. My breath stank. My clothes stank. My home
stank. The cost stopped me from having my vacation in a really cool
place which I would have been able to easily afford if I didn't set my
money on fire. What bothered me was the I was paying Marlboro to kill
me very slowly.
I made a decision! It was going to be life. I prayed it wasn't to late.
I stopped doing the things that I did while I smoked. I gave up bowling.
I stopped drinking coffee. The worst times I had were after dinner and
before bed. What I was told is most of the time what you think is a
nicotine fit, really is your body asking for more air. Believe it or
not, when you smoke you breath much more deeply than normal. So Just
take a few deep breaths and its gone.
If you take a drag on a cigarette then place a tissue over your lips
and blow the smoke though it, you will see a little of what you did to