Snuff escapades...
First post; be gentle.

I've never smoked a cigarette/drugs, due to my Dad smoking when I was a kid and I couldn't stand the smell (to be fair to the fella, he did only smoke in the kitchen or on the patio, so I only inhaled it whilst around him). I once had a puff on a cigar thanks to a friend at some drunken party, and almost threw my guts up because not only did I clumsily inhale the smoke, it also tasted like mouth-rape. Anyhow, enough background, on with the story...

Cut to a few years later, I am now at University, 3rd year, living with my friend Tim who convinced me to try that cigar. Tim is trying to wean himself off cigarettes since becoming a full timer in year one, and turned to the brown powder that comes in tins not entirely dissimilar to the containers of pocket packs of vaseline. One night, we were out and he offers me some snuff over a few beers.
'No thanks,' I tell him and return to my drink.
'Why not?' he demands.
'Because I don't want to,' I said.
'That's not a reason,' was his instant response. Did I mention he is a philosophy student?

Cue TWO HOURS of trying to explain the metaphysics of reason, in which I was chastised for assuming he knew the background of my dislike of nicotine, taking things into body etc. (Which he did. Also, I do realise that drinking is counter-productive here!) We eventually agreed to disagree, so I decided it was time to go. As I stood up, someone bumped into me, turning my white shirt into the colour of snakebite. As if my night wasn't good enough already.

And that is why I don;t like smoking, or its incarnates, at all.

Length? All apologies, too long for a first time. Oh, cocks.
(stiglfc And the big wheel keep on turnin', Thu 20 Mar 2008, 2:59, Reply)