Romancing The Smoke: The very beginning...

I was just a little 
buckaroo when 
they first invited 
me to Marlboro 
Country. I loved 
being a cowboy, 
and smoking fit
right in with ridin', 
ropin' and wranglin'. 
But once I got to
where the flavor 
was, it would take
me four decades to
find a trail out of 
Nicotine Canyon.
They told me I had 
lungs like leather 
and I could smoke
a pack a day forever. 
I finally ran out of 
reasons to smoke...
when I ran out of air...
- opening, Chapter 1, 
Romancing The Smoke...