It was my freshman year in college when I finally tried my first
cigarette and got to feel that euphoric rush of nicotine to my brain
that made me lightheaded and the choking cloud of smoke that filled my
lungs that caused me to hack and gasp for air for around 10 minutes. In
high school I had my opportunities to light up (see: actually talking
to high school crush Kristi Ralyea in the mall parking lot after her
shift at Wilson’s Suede and Leather) but being a cross country and
track team nerd I figured interval training with a Marlboro dangling
from the corner of my mouth just wasn’t a good look.
For me
being anchor leg our school’s 4x800 meter relay team was enough to
discourage me from smoking, but some kids need more incentive than that
and leave it up to our neighbors to the north to come up with an
incentive that any teenager can relate to: Cold. Hard. Cash.
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