Fast forward about 10 years. I was about 15 or so and I knew by this point I had an addictive personality even if I didn't know what that was at the time I knew that I tended to over indulge in anything I found enjoyable. One day I was riding my bike along a highway(small town highway) and I found a pack of cigarettes that must have accidentally been dropped.by someone. I picked them up even though I had never had any interest in smoking I thought I was cool with those things in my pocket. You might be thinking to yourself that must be when he started smoking but you would be wrong. I kept that pack of cigarettes hidden in my room for months and every once in a while I would get them out and look at them and smell them and even act like I was smoking but I knew better than to ever actually light one up because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop once I started and remember all those years ago how nasty my parents smelled because of those things.   gelato by 710 kingpen and greenwolf