I know that you’re a macho-ass maddafuker, but when you decide to ignore that for 10 minutes, that’s when you write your best pieces, John.
I smoked for 15 years since I was 14 years old. I started with Red Marlboro and red Phillip Morris (Multi filter) just because I was young and strong — at least, that’s what I thought. I couldn’t smoke one now even if someone was to hold a gun to my head. But God, I miss those times. It just gave me the freedom and that coolness, we all thought was written on our forehead. If I could have that young and strong lung I once had, I might lit up one. But not now, not 16 years later. But the memories…
My grandfather died of lung cancer too, but even toward the end of his life, he was begging to my Dad to give him a cigarette. It was depressive and heartbreaking.
My dad still smokes for about 35 years now, and I know, it’s goddamn hard to quit, but he only will when it is going to be too late.
My mom quit though, about 3 years ago, and she was a chain-smoker, too.
Good read, John.