When I was a kid fifty years ago, it seemed virtually all adults smoked. I’ve since realized a number of my neighborhood adults didn’t smoke or rarely smoked, but my parents smoked up a storm. The picture I remember most of my mother from my childhood is her taking a deep drag on a cigarette with the other hand on her hip. Papa wasn’t much better. That turned me off ever wanting to smoke. The sad thing is I never noticed a tobacco smell on my clothes as a kid after leaving a smoker’s house. Now when I go in some place where people smoke, the stinky smell is obvious and I have to get into fresh clothes as quick as possible.
No joke, some people can stop dope, booze, all the addictions; and others just can't. That's how smoking is with the wifey who I have been married to 29 years. I'll get the cancer before she ever will too, ha ha.
<...”Now when I go in some place where people smoke, the stinky smell is obvious and I have to get into fresh clothes as quick as possible”.....>
You ‘still’ have a choice to go there or not.
I have also noticed that. I also did not pay attention to smokers who stank, Now I do.
But I do remember that I would not date a girl that smoked.
It wasn’t pleasant kissing that incinerator.