As I drove back from lunch today, it seemed every other driver was smoking. Doing that little ash-flick thing out the open windows on a warm spring day. I found my self wondering how they all got started. Did they just decide one day to go to the convenience story and buy a pack of smokes? Or did someone give them that first cigarette? That seems more likely. A friend, maybe?
Maybe your brother or sister gave you your first cigarette? Perhaps your wife or boyfriend. I’d like to think no parent ever gave a child their first Lucky Strike, but who knows.
Here’s my point: What would it be like to watch a loved one dying of cancer and know that you introduced them to the joy of smoking? How could you live with that?
“Hey, he’s an adult. He can make his own decisions. I didn’t make him light up.”
“Come on, she wanted to try it. If she hadn’t gotten it from me, she would have gotten it somewhere else.”
So here’s my question for all my smoking friends: Did you ever give someone their first butt? Are you sure?
have you seen ‘Thank You For Smoking’ yet? If you haven’t you should soon. It’s a great satire of the tobacco industry. I give it my full “Steve Mays would really really like this movie” recomendation.