I am new writer for Romancing
The Smoke. My story:
I am from Eastern bloc country
where we smoke at age five as
sign of strength. I accidentally
light my head on fire at age ten,
when I try to light 24 cigarettes
at once for every member of
family. Village children no
longer allowed to play with me.
I leave there, come to where
flavor is. Big fan of Marlboro
Man. Sad when he die. Who
round up cows now? Searched
for Joe Camel for years to hitch
ride and be cool. Smoked four
packs/day until new Millennium;
then quit Smoked Turkey. (One
of my favorite countries.) Now
I can breathe and have enough
air to smell roses, take it
downtown, and cut a rug,
although rug is good size as is.
I write about what I know so
writing about cigarettes to tell
truth- anyone who smoke crazy.
Not sure if everyone know yet.
No one talk about it in Las
Vegas or Indonesia except for
beauty queens and no one listen
to them anyway.
In monthly column, stories of
smoking and what it did to all
the herring in my native land.
I see dangers of tobacco very
young as my father smoke so
much he die two years before
I was born.
That what Mama tell me.
Meanwhile I share stories of
crazy ways people think when
it comes to cigarettes.
Time to take ridiculous habit
seriously.
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