Cause why not, right? The things I've been eaten for my life are probably gonna kill me, maybe the bloody smog covering this city, maybe I'll get hit by a car, or maybe I'll manage to live a life, I mean, I am living a life, I guess, but a long life, long being 70 years in my count to be honest, I don't want to live that much either.
So why not? I was curious, everyone does it, it looks cool, why not? My 16 and a half years old girlfriend does it, why the hell no? It's not like it's gonna be my doom, well, maybe, economically yes, if I get too addicted too quickly, something that with my personality might happen. I guess it was not such a bright decision, huh? Well, I'm not me if I don't do "unbright" stuff.
It all started with a dream, or what I can remember of it, I was just there in college, someone passed me a cigarette and I smoked it, the next day I woke up, and with most times I've dreamed something like that, I remembered. I got curious and began asking people about their experiences with smoking, why did they do it, how they started, how often do they do it, and so on, I got nice stories out of it.
A couple of days after I went to college again, we haven't had classes in a while due to this strike-ish kinda thing that I don't know how it's called in English, possibly it's called strike, I don't know, so I went there to check for some papers and stuff, ask about a class I had last semester, found a couple of classmates drinking plastic bottle beers, the "good stuff", they gave me some, I'm probably not having that again unless I'm already drunk as a pirate, we talked for a while, and I decided to go home cause it was getting late, took a bus to the subway, which is also near a bus stop where I can take one directly to home, walking towards the station I decided I was going to do this, "I'm an adult, I can make this kind of choices and I really want to try this for some reason" I thought... Stupid me... One of the only times I think of myself as an adult and it's this, amazing, I'm such a fucking jerk... I bought one cigarette, one bloody cigarette, and I always carry a lighter, a friends gift, kinda, he left it in my house for my birthday, said I could keep it, thanks, bro... I stood there with the cigarette in between my fingers and a lighter on the other hand, I lit it and got a bit of smoke in, it was... Nothing... Cause, guess what, I did it wrong and almost didn't get smoke in my lungs, newbie...
I tried it again a couple of days later, I read stuff about what was the easiest way for starters, standing on a bus stop on my way to college, I had bought a box the day before, it worked, and it felt good.
I'm not gonna say more, if you've smoked you probably know what I felt, if you haven't, well, I am not good at describing stuff, and it's also 3 am right now, not the best time for me to write this... I don't know why am I doing this, nor if anyone cares (Is that how you use the word nor?) I wanted to have this somewhere, so... Uh, thanks, if you're reading this, good night...
