I Started Smoking To Annoy And Chase Off A Roommate

Sophomore year in college, I roomed with two girls, Melissa and Jen that I had met the previous year in the dorm. Melissa and I immediately were like sisters, and really couldn't get enough of each other. We were always goofing off and cracking each other up. Jen was like totally different than we thought she was. She was totally a stick in the mud. Never went out, barely got out of her Jammies. She just sat around watched TV and ate. She barely went to class. Worse, she ate our food. She complained about everything We hated her so bad. We had to get rid of her. There was one hint she complained about more than anything else: smoking. So Missy and I hatched an evil plot: we would start smoking. I had never smoked before. No one in my family smoked at all. I didn't hang around smokers. I knew nothing. We had no idea what brand. We went out and bought a pack of Marlboro Reds. I'll never forget the first cigarette. It started out terribly. It tasted so bad, and I inhaled wrong so I coughed so hard I thought I was gonna puke. Melissa did a lot better than me. She had smoked before. She taught me how to inhale so it didn't burn. We smoked like 5 cigarettes in a row, and I was so buzzing. I remember looking around and thinking "I feel so good. I can't believe this is legal!". If everyone felt like that, I could totally understand why people smoked. I went from a total non-smoker just joking around about smoking to **** off Jen to thinking "Where has this been all my life?". I know some people get nauseated when they star. I never felt like that. And boy did we smoke. We were really so mean about it. We would sit at our kitchen table and almost chain smoke while we played cards. Jen would get so mad, but we just laughed he off. Melissa and I seriously were each smoking two packs a day within two weeks. I loved it. I loved everything about it. I think I would have eaten cigarettes if I could. Jen moved ours within a month, and Missy and I looked at each other like "do we quit now?" and she sorta was ready to, but there was no way I was quitting. I loved to smoke. There was never any question in my mind. So we did. The next year my little sister moved in with us, and I felt a twinge of guilt, but I gave her her first pack of cigarettes and lit the first one for her. She moved in and started smoking. Just like me she was hooked with the very first one. I'm 29 years old and I've been smoking for 10 years, and I'm never going to quit. It is so much a part of my life. It's the first thIng I do every morning and the last thing I do before I sleep at night.
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1 Response May 10, 2012

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