Hello everyone this post will be more of a public journal entry.
My foot and the campfire last night.
I started smoking when I was eleven years old. I lived in Belize at the time and me and my friend Martin both watched our fathers smoke, and I guess in some way looked up to them both, getting smokes in Belize for any age was pretty easy. I would generally simply walk into the general store next door and tell them my fathers had sent me to get a pack of smokes. Martin and I would run off and hide somewhere and blow smoke rings and talk about game, thinking we where all cool.
I have been smoking pretty much solid since then. When I came back up from Belize when I was fifteen or sixteen my Mother found out I was smoking and had a fairly big fit over it, but she did introduce me to a man I now consider my second father, as he taught me a lot of the values I hold dear today.
I have wanted to quit smoking for a long time, not to mention the health risks and hazards it comes with, I would say the hardest thing for me is the social discrimination that comes with it, people do to some extent look down on you, I have even had people tell me that I am not allowed to ride a bike because I am clearly not health conscious enough because I smoke cigarettes.
Last Friday I walked into our local vape shop and walked back out with a brand new vape machine, along with a couple hiccups that day and then running out of juice while at work on Saturday, I have not had a cigarette since then. I am very happy with my purchase and I am very glad that I am finally rid of that nasty habit, as well as the money I will be saving from having quit.
My new vaper.
I look really angry in this photo but I really am not.