So, I'd like to begin:
I started smoking at the age of 13.
I stole cigarettes from my Daddy an smoked them with some friends in the bushes of our city park.
We almost had our panties full of .... you know what I mean.
He smoked Rothändle & Reval , the strongest cigarettes you could buy in Germany...two packages each day!
Also, my Dad smoked his cigarettes in our living room & kitchen.
That's why we three kids have been addicted when we have been so young.
Smoking was common sense at this time.
I stopped smoking when I was 27... and I have to state, it was harder than giving up alcohol.
I was a mental thing!
In the year 2009 my Daddy died of cancer... that was very very tough because he died in my hands.
He had a tumor in his left hip, big as a fist, but the triggering tumor was a small one in his right lung, sized like a pinhead.
It was only visable in a big magnetic resonance tomograph.
It was too late...& what should I say? He did NOT stop smoking!
My family begged him to give it up... no chance...
My thought was: OK, it is your life, if you want to throw the rest of your time away, it is your choice.
The only thing I could do was to stay with him until he passed away.
He could have had another year, instead.
This time, I think, I don't want to have smokers around me.
Most of them are ignorant & don't tollerate when somebody is complaining.
They are Nicotine junkies!
I think, in their own living rooms, smokers can smoke what & as much as they ever want...
their lifes, if they want to throw the rest of their time away, it is their choice.
BUT... I don't want to hold a smoker's dead hand again... it was the horror... believe me...
Yours
Carl
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PS: I know, some of you are smokers or have a fetish with smoking, do what you want...but never think that you are free...