Have you ever been a smoker? ___Yes ___No
How often? For how long?
Whenever I see those questions on the heath survey you get at the doctor’s office, I never know how to answer. Technically, I did smoke cigarettes… when I was twelve. But does a few cigarettes a week or maybe a few more if I was with friends at Knott’s Berry Farm for the day actually count?
I started smoking to be “cool” of course. But there was nothing cool about that first time I tried it. My best friend Cynthia and I climbed up onto the platform that counted as our treehouse in my backyard one afternoon with our contraband. Back in the early 80s you could actually sneak into a restaurant and buy a pack of cigarettes from a vending machine. People either didn’t catch us or just looked the other way. And like many a Gen Xer, was also a latchkey kid. A great combination for getting up to no good.
We huddled over the pack of Marlboros and clumsily pulled one out. How are you supposed to hold this thing? I held the cigarette between my fingers trying to mimic what I’d seen in the movies, while Cynthia tried to strike the match. After a few failed attempts, we finally got a flame. Now, how to light the cigarette? I put it in between my lips and tried to take a puff. Blech, this thing tasted disgusting. I didn’t inhale long enough to get the thing to light.
“Jie jie! Jie jie!” It was my little brother…
I’ve run out of time. I’ll have to finish tomorrow.
Can I bum a cigarette?
March 23, 2022
I recognize this story.
I actually had a few other friends who smoked – and this was also in junior high! – and I would smoke a cigarette every so often.
I remember when a friend and I found a pack of cigarettes when we were on a spring break trip with her family. We would go out for walks and smoke a few of them at a time til we ran out.
Which is pretty strange to me, because both my parents were heavy smokers, my mom especially. I spent my whole life trying to get her to quit. Why did I ever think that I’d want to try it? Ah well.
My parents owned a bar that had a cigarette machine. I believe a pack was something like 35 cents. Did I try it? Yes. Am I a smoker? No way. I would rather spend the money on a good meal.
This is all so familiar. Many of us have done this. Such a vivid scene of innocence not quite lost. Well done.
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I think you stole my story; it’s so familiar! My parents owned a liquor store and we had a machine right up front. My brother would steal coins from the register while I distracted my father. Before long, we were splitting a pack of Marlboro Reds!
What a different time, huh?!