My dad smoked. My mom did not. Most of the males in my family smoked. The women did not.
Pops was a Winston and a Salem man. And some time Kent’s. 1 uncle was a Viceroy man; another liked to collect Raleigh coupons. My brother-in-law liked Alpines and Kools.
No Camel or Pall Mall reds in the family.
But it was the kid across the street that got me to take that first drag when I was 13. I still remember that rubber leg feeling when I sucked in the poisonous vapor.
For the next 46 years I burned them up. I was easily a 2 pack a day man.
5 1/2 years ago, I finally managed to put them down. Thru the years I tried everything to quit. Cigars. Chewing tobacco (when I started lighting up with a cud of chew working I gave up the chew). Nicotine gum. Patches. Nothing worked.
June 13, 2013 was my last day for a cigarette. I switched to a vapor stick and weaned myself off of the nicotine by reducing the quantity of nicotine in my vape juice with each new bottle. In 3 months, I was down to zero nicotine in the vape juice and finally made the hump to being nicotine free.
The first thing I noticed was I had more money in my pocket.
I have added a poll: smoker, ex-smoker, never started.