𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 It all started with cigarette ..
Added 2024-07-12 16:28:12 +0000 UTC𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘
It all started with cigarette butts, those little remnants left behind in the ashtray. My mom would always leave half-smoked cigarettes, plenty of life left, beckoning me to finish them. I started with one or two, curious about the taste and the rush it brought. I'd take a handful, and light up, savoring the intense hit of nicotine.
There was something about the butts that captivated me, the concentrated burst of flavor and the feeling of rebellion that came with it. I enjoyed the challenge of making something almost gone come alive again. It was like bringing something back from the dead, a forbidden resurrection of sorts. I became addicted to the thrill, the taste, and the sense of freedom it gave me.
As time went on, I graduated to stealing full cigarettes from my mom's pack. I'd wait until she wasn't looking, then sneak one away, craving the satisfaction of a fresh cigarette. But I always found myself drawn back to the ashtray, scavenging for butts, their flavor more intense, more satisfying.
Even as I write this, I find myself longing for those half-smoked cigarettes, their ember still burning brightly. There's something about the taste of the nicotine-rich butts that takes me back to the early days of my smoking journey, a reminder of the thrill and excitement of those first forbidden puffs.
I'd sit alone late at night, crushing the butts, smoking one after another, inhaling deeply. It was my secret ritual, my private escape into a world of nicotine-induced pleasure. I'd exhale slowly, the smoke curling around me, a haze that enveloped me like a comforting blanket.
So really, my smoking story began with those cigarette butts. I became a scavenger, always on the hunt for those flavorful remnants, always craving the intense hit that only they could provide.
*(To be continued...)*
