Drum brakes?I stopped and bought a Harley Davidson with my cigarette money. I had a very rough time stopping, but I made it.
Drum brakes?I stopped and bought a Harley Davidson with my cigarette money. I had a very rough time stopping, but I made it.
I smoked in a couple of times in my life similarly. Non filtered early, filtered Marlboro hard boxes later. I quit easy the first time, it was harder the second. I heard those later had stuff added that made them both more tasty (to a smoker) and more addictive. I grew up farming tobacco, most people I knew smoked. Fortunately, it’s not so common in the U.S. now.I gave em’ up for the last time almost 20 years ago.
I’m so glad I did!
I smoked from age 21 to 32, and from age 40 to 46.
I was able to quit easily the last time.
I smoked them, too.I smoked in a couple of times in my life similarly. Non filtered early, filtered Marlboro hard boxes later. I quit easy the first time, it was harder the second. I heard those later had stuff added that made them both more tasty (to a smoker) and more addictive. I grew up farming tobacco, most people I knew smoked. Fortunately, it’s not so common in the U.S. now.
LOLDrum brakes?
I quit about 40 years ago. Smoked for only two years. But Lordy, what a hook. I went from Marlboro Lights to Marlboros to pulling the filters off Marlboros to unfiltered Lucky Strikes (back when you could still get the high-quality real dealios) and, sometimes, unfiltered Pall Malls. About a pack and a half a day.
Got down to two (miserably too few!) cigarettes a day, then caught a virus that put me into a several-days-long coma. When I came out of it, I knew that this was my chance to never smoke again.
It's been a struggle. About every 15 minutes ever since I quit, I CRAVE a cigarette. A real one--an unfiltered one. About 10 times a day, I'm watching my kids do something beautiful, or I'm talking with someone very interesting, or I'm listening to great music--and I can think about nothing but smoking.
Nicotine has a huge hook in my whole family. It killed my dad, it's killing my sister, it killed a cousin. Only my brother and maternal grandmother never smoked. Everyone else either smokes or has to work hard, daily, to keep from smoking again.
That dumb crap "Just say no"? It's good advice. You might find that just a few little tries of some type of forbidden fruit puts you on a hook that's also a noose.
Just sayin'.....
The "Could have had a Ferrari- but you didn't" thing feels like deflection to me.I was just shocked by the raw numbers, that's all. I'm not judging or "worried" about anything.
Ok, I made the joke about his being a drummer but that was low hanging fruit.
I both loved and laughed at this post! I've had some beechnut down the pipe a time or two, it'll clear out whatever is in there with it posthaste!playing legion ball... guy on third. Guy hits a flair over my head at short... I go racing after it... at the last second... I dive and catch the ball. as I land.. awkwardly, my chaw goes down my throat, I know the guy is gonna tag and go at third... I wheel and throw the ball home.. I cough up my chaw and barf all in one motion... the ball takes a hop, our catch snags it and tags the guy...
I'm miserable and feel like I'm gonna pass out.... the coach and my teammates are wetting their pants laughing....
A Little League buddy (aren't they the worst?) gave me a hunk of his dad's chew. We were 12, maybe. I stashed mine, in aluminum foil, inside the old, semi-busted Admiral tabletop radio that I would reach into to tour the dial, as its dial string had long ago busted. Real safe, eh? Tobacco in there, in metal foil, made sense.I both loved and laughed at this post! I've had some beechnut down the pipe a time or two, it'll clear out whatever is in there with it posthaste!
Man, your story was repeated slightly differently so many times among my little run around buddies. We'd get into our folks tobaco and booze at every opportunity. I had a buddy named George that would pour off all the left-over drinks after his folks had a Saturday night party, and we'd drink 'em later.A Little League buddy (aren't they the worst?) gave me a hunk of his dad's chew. We were 12, maybe. I stashed mine, in aluminum foil, inside the old, semi-busted Admiral tabletop radio that I would reach into to tour the dial, as its dial string had long ago busted. Real safe, eh? Tobacco in there, in metal foil, made sense.
It smelled delicious (as most pipe tobaccos also do). I got about four seconds into my first chaw experience, in the backyard one night, and promptly returned the tobacco, and supper, to the Earth whence it all came. I could feel that it had turned me green.
When I got back into the house, my dad (a 4-pack-a-day nut) was grinning. "So, you found out why even old radios don't make chewing tobacco palatable. If you're going to use tobacco, at least smoke it. Then I'll just kick your ass."
He didn't know that I had stashed several bottles of his booze beneath the backyard's spruce branches, but he sure had sussed out the chaw stuff. Thereafter the only tobacco directly in my mouth was from my loved/hated Luckies and Pall Malls, and the occasional Chesterfields (somehow always stale) and Camels (harsh!).
I'm really glad that my kids don't smoke. But man, do I want a Lucky now! Chocolate and coffee, together, is the only thing that comes close to a rich-tasting (meaning unfiltered), deadly cigarette......
Shame on da mess!when this site first started.... the thread would have been 'banning smoking ruined the bar bidness' and smoking on planes and bars etc were 'the good old days' it is kind of fun to see how things change thatta way.
Good health to you. Long may it be a constant thing.I’m 75. Began smoking in college in 1965. Smoked 2-3 packs a day until last fall when I was diagnosed with cancer of the right vocal chord.
Smoked my last cigarette just before going in for my first chemo and radiation treatments. Told my wife I was done with them and never would smoke one again.
Went through seven weeks of treatments after the biopsy surgery, chemo on Mondays, radiation MondYs through Fridays.
Used the nicotine patches for the first few weeks and then decided I really didn’t need them. Haven’t had a cigarette since and have really had no desire for one. Been sbout six months now. Had I known quitting would be this easy I would have quit years ago. I really don’t miss them at all.
I both loved and laughed at this post! I've had some beechnut down the pipe a time or two, it'll clear out whatever is in there with it posthaste!
I remember them white snuff bottles, us poor folks made salt and pepper shakers out of them! They were just the right size and heft. I thought all of the old women in the world had tobacco stains permanently embedded in the creases of their mouths when I was a kid. They all wore long dresses and had homemade bonnets with cardboard sewn into them to keep their shape.My chewed 'days work' my grandpa had quit, but my dad chewed it. My grandma was a seamstress and dipped levi garrett (the powdery stuff) she would sew and spit into milk cartons...
Anway, my friends were excited to be playing Babe Ruth Baseball and felt it was high time to start to chew. I'd grown up with it, so, it was no big deal, but my friends were over and we had a couple of bags of red man. My grandma got wind of it and said, 'you boys be careful now' and we convinced her to come out on the patio and have a chew with us. My friends were pie eyed watching my grandma stuff a big wad in her cheek..
It was Grauman, Eberhard and Hawkins that were there. Within a few minutes... Hawk was more pale than normal and soon he hurled on a nearby yucca plant. Eberhard spit his out and said, 'I like it but I better take it slow.' Grauman said, 'if grandma can handle it, I can." I was pretty dizzy and took mine out quietly and went in and washed my mouth out.
When I came back out, I found my grandma holding Mark while he booted big time and was just miserable. She was dying laughing and asked us if we were hungry, that she had some nice pork chops she could fry up for us... everyone was laying on the grass by now, swirling in the nicotine... nobody wanted anything except that it be over.
From about 14 on, I chewed or dipped for about 10 years. When I discovered bleeding gums and some 'burn marks' on my gums, at about 25, I decided I did not need to do it anymore.
To this day, if I play pool, I crave a dip.