I started at 14
I'd saved up my pound a week pocket money (tight fisted parents) and finally went into town and asked someone to buy me cigarettes. He came back with a twenty pack of marlbro reds. He passed them to me and upon opening them a nearby tramp asked for one, I turned to see that I knew this tramp and had done since childhood but he was to smacked up to recognise me. I gave him one and went to a drunken party in a grave yard where I watched a drunken lesbian show and managed to smoke most of my fags. I left to meet a friend who was to sleep at my house that night and as I did the following happened:
-People came through the graveyard on bikes shouting about police
-2 police vans, 3 police cars and a shit load of coppers on foot turned up.
-everyone legged it down a muddy hill
-6 people were arrested and charged for possession.

I went home with my friend, on the way we took the wrong train, it was going in completely the wrong direction but thankfully a woman with a child heard us speaking of my hometown (Crediton) and told us this train was going to plymouth. We got off at the next stop, I had a smoke and my friend marvelleled at my awesomeness. We phoned my mum and I shoplifted deoderant from boots and franticly applied it. My mother arrived and took us home. We went out in crediton for a while and called on some friends who were not so impressed by my smoking (the "ooh its bad for you" types) and I had 4 left by the time I went home. Not used to the nicotine, I felt sick and went white and lay in the featal position on my bed. My parents clocked that I stank and called me downstairs. I decided to stash my pack quickly so I shoved it under a backpack in the next room and felt all big and clever because I could easily retrieve the smokes later and nobody would see them because everyone was too tall to see down there. I went into the front room with my parents and they made me empty my pockets. They got my lighter but that was it, they sent me away. Just as I was about to walk away I heard a voice... "Mummy? Whats this box?"
my four year old brother had been just the right height for the red 'n' white to catch his eye. my parents took the fags and I was grounded but I nicked the fags back off em and smoked em at school.

I couldnt be angry at my brother, he was just inquisitive. I now smoke 20 a day and my parents have given up trying.

Length?... thay were king sized.
(Chubster Will kill your children and burn your wife on, Wed 26 Mar 2008, 12:30, Reply)