From the day I was born I was surrounded by cigarettes.
It was a life of second-hand smoke, a constant odor lingering everywhere you go as its seeped deep in your clothing, and a thickening hatred growing daily towards smoking.
I would beg my parents to quit, I would heckle them about how bad it was to smoke and that they were going to die pretty much every time they would light up a smoke.
At night I would sneak into the living room while they were sleeping and would break all their cigarettes into pieces, leaving a disaster in the ashtray for when they woke up. I know a few times they did try to quit but where not 100% in it as alcohol was still a big factor in their lives and alcohol can bring the worst out in a smoker.
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