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TOM'S STORY Part 1 Jake was tall and lean, moderately muscular, and handsome. Although usually clean-shaven, he would sometimes not shave for a couple of days, and the whiskers accentuated his masculinity. His blue jeans (which he always wore) fit snugly around his narrow hips, dropping to cover his cowboy boots. His western shirt was tucked neatly into his jeans. The left breast pocket had a familiar bulge where he always kept his Players light cigarettes (a very popular Canadian brand). He loved his cigarettes. They were his constant companion. He had one son whom he also loved dearly, and his son idolized his father. From here on we will let son Tom tell his own story. My dad was my best friend. I loved to sit close to beside him, or on his lap, while watching TV or just sitting. The familiar smell of cigarette smoke permeated his clothing and hair, making him more manly to me than ever. I loved that smell. It was the smell of my dad. One day, when I was five and sitting with my dad as he smoked, watching how much he liked it and seeing the plume of smoke come out of his mouth and nose and curl cosily upward, I said to him, "Dad, will you let me try that (meaning smoking)?" "Well, son, you are a little young, but I guess I wasn't much older than you when I had my first cigarette, so why not?" "But before you actually smoke a cigarette I'd like to play a game with you. You sit on my knee and open your mouth. Then I will blow some of my exhaled smoke into your mouth, and you breath it in." The smoke, mixed with air, went into my lungs and I could feel that it was no ordinary air that I was breathing in. Then, as I breathed out, I could see smoke coming out of my mouth. I said, "Dad, do that again, only this time make it a bigger one." So my dad took a long draw on his cigarette, inhaled deeply and then blew the smoke into my mouth, which I promptly inhaled. A much denser cloud of smoke came out when I exhaled. It was fantastic, and it felt so good! And so he did it again and again and I was beginning to feel the wonder and exhilaration of the smoke in my lungs. It was dad's way of breaking in my lungs gently to what was about to follow. When we had done this for awhile, dad took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, removed two, one for himself and one for me. He lit his first and then reached over and lit mine. "You have to draw on the cigarette while I'm lighting it," he said, as if I didn't know that already. This wasn't the first time that I had experience with a cigarette. Once when I was much younger we had a group of friends visiting. As I wandered among them I spied a lit cigarette burning in an ash tray. I picked it up, put it between my lips, and sauntered among the guests, taking little puffs. Everyone laughed, including my dad, who said, "Now is that quite a little man, or what!" But this was to be my big day. I drew on the cigarette and then blew out the pleasant tasting smoke watching it leave my mouth. I was looking just like my dad. But I knew that smoking wasn't just puffing and blowing out the smoke now that he had introduced me to inhaling his smoke. I had watched my dad smoke for too long and saw how, when he drew on the cigarette he would take a deep breath and then moments later blow the cloud of smoke out into the air. So, on the second puff I decided to do the same. As the smoke was entering my throat I coughed a little, but enough of the smoke went down into my lungs to make me feel a little dizzy but euphoric, as every new smoker experiences. I like it. It felt so good. I loved watching the exhaled smoke leave my body and join that of my father's. Well, I smoked that whole cigarette, and with every puff, every inhale, it felt even better. It was one of the greatest experiences of my young life. My dad was jubilant. "Hey, young fellow," he exclaimed, "you did it! You smoked a cigarette, and you did it well. Now I know that you are going to be a smoker just like your dad." I felt like a million dollars. I was smoking, and I was like my dad. From that time on, whenever my dad and I were together, he would take a cigarette from his pack for himself and then offer one to me. I never refused, because by this time my body was not only used to the smoke, but I was beginning to crave it. We sat and smoked and talked father-son talk as we both inhaled that wonderful smoke. Those were some of the best days of my life, and I felt so close to my father because we were doing something together that we both loved to do. I could tell that dad liked it too, because he watched for every opportunity to share these times with me. Sometimes we would go biking together, take a break and have a smoke. Sometimes we went fishing and, again, took time out to smoke together. Of course, by this time, my smoking was more than an occasional cigarette, and so my dad would give me a pack whenever I needed it. From age 5 on I became a regular smoker. Anonymous (more to come) |
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