My First Smoke Pt. 2
If you've already read my first story, then you'll know that this is not my first experience with cigarettes, but it is the first time I smoked a whole one.

I used to go to a friday night event at Leeds Metropolitan University called "Star". It still runs today, but I haven't been for several years.

A little back story:
This all took place on my 18th birthday. In the weeks leading up to my 18th, I lost every one of my friends due to some vicious lies told about me, and everyone preferred to listen to those lies than the explanation of their "friend". Fuck 'em, I'm a better person for it.

Due to this situation, I was going to spend my 18th at home, and alone, until I was talking to a guy called Frankie (an acquaintance of mine at the time) who said "No friend of mine is going to be sober on his 18th!" and dragged me out with him to Star.

I was not too familiar with those around me, but we we were having a great time. One of my new-found friends was a guy called Danny, who offered me a cigarette, I was drunk at the time, and thought "fuck it, it's my birthday!", and accepted his offer.

With a minor bit of trepidation, I put the cigarette to my lips, and was then asked if I'd actually ever smoked before. I told the truth, and they said I should be careful, because I wasn't used to nicotine.

I'm not a very good follower of advice however, saying "Nah I'll be fine", and promptly took a *HUGE* drag of this Regal King Size, taking up at least a third of the cigarette.

Big mistake.

I sat there feeling all smug because nothing was wrong with me.

I felt the urge to go and get myself a drink, so I stood up and *WHAM* the nicotine hit me.

It was like I'd slept on my arm and had it go numb. Except it was more like someone had slept on me, I'd gone numb, then got the largest Pins-and-Needles sensation I have ever experienced.

I slumped back down in my chair, looking like Tony Montana after snuffling at that huge pile of coke on his desk.

Everything for the rest of that night was a relative blur, the only thing I remember was hearing

"Happy birthday, you stupid bastard!" through my pins-and-needles drunken blur.

There is always a down side to having a good time, and the next day my mouth felt like the Marlboro man had taken a huge beer-and-tobacco-flavoured shit in my mouth.

It was fantastic! I had friends again!


Length? King size, baby!
(Lythium deals in lead, my friend., Thu 20 Mar 2008, 14:05, Reply)