At 10/4/08 05:06 AM, Ragnarokia wrote:
I dont smoke, but I was thinking i probably would end up doing it.
Needed information there.
To be frankly honest and blunt, I don't recommend smoking to non smokers. Sure, I may take a condescending jab at them, but only in retaliation for condemning my and other's choice of lifestyle first. I will never promote smoking to those who are under the legal age, nor will I try to pretend it doesn't have serious physical repercussions later in life. I've come to terms with the fact that it is detrimental to my health and might be the cause of my death or a serious illness. Even though I may "glorify" it to a capacity, I do so only out of minor jest and self-affirming appreciation for a time honored tradition. To anyone with the self control to resist the temptation to start smoking or the will to quite I do commend them. At the same time I am a smoker and that's my choice, to each his own.
At 10/4/08 05:16 AM, cast wrote:
You'll probably love it the first time you inhale, but those head rushes don't come as easy after that.
If only they sold a pill to give you a fresh set of lungs again...
There was a brief period of about a month-and-a-half last year where I tried to quit and eventually caved back in again, after which it was like being a fist timer. That old familiar feeling came back and it was as if I had never smoked before. If I still had the willpower to try it again I would. That does seem a bit self defeating in principle though, quiting smoke so that smoking feels good again. Meh, I've heard of stranger things.
At 10/4/08 11:18 AM, BlueFlameSkulls wrote:
Not to sound rude but other than brand and our experiences with cigarettes what much is there to talk about?
I believe one purpose outlined in the original post was sharing stories related to smoking, and I happen to have a very relevant one that takes place one February about 6 or 7 years ago, where basically my smoking habit might have saved my life.
I currently own a white 1999 Honda Accord LX. Automatic, 4-cylinder, front wheel drive, and a pretty smooth ride almost a decade later thanks to that reliable Japanese engineering and the fact that I keep it regularly tuned and serviced. I bought it used with only 24k miles on it in '02, no accident history and only one owner (who was an obvious smoker since the only visible imperfection on the whole car were two small burn marks on the interior upholstery right under the driver's side window. Who hasn't gone to ash while driving and hit the door with the cherry by accident, right?)
The reason I have this car is because the car I had before it was... taken from me before we even got acquainted. Before this Honda, I had the exact same car, only this one was black and a 2002. I bought it brand spanking new as a little birthday gift to myself, paid cash and drove it off the lot on a Friday. The next night after work I drove to my ex-girlfriend's house to show her the car and spend the evening.
After having dinner with her family, I started to head out around 10 o'clock or so. After shutting the door behind me, I stopped and stood on the front steps for a sec to reach for my cigarettes, smoking was not allowed in their house and I had gone the past several hours without so I was anxious to light up. I reached into my coat pockets and couldn't find them, then I realized I must have left them in the car.
At the exact second that I looked up from digging through my coat for my AWOL smokes, without warning a shitty, rusty, plastic-bag-for-a-rear-windshield-having 1980 Chevy Blazer smashed into the rear-end of my pristine new foreign import at a good solid speed. The Blazer hit the rear driver's side bumper, scraped along the two driver's side doors, bounced off the car, veered across the street where it was sent nearly airborne off of a 5-foot high high snow back left by a plow earlier that week and came to a stop in the middle of the road. Then the driver of the Blazer tried the most ballsy move I had ever seen; he attempted to flee the scene.
Granted I am no Jesse Owens, nor am I in the best of shape to perform any sort of short-range sprinting, truth be told I get winded using a rotary phone. But in that moment of utter astonishment my mind went blank and my body took over, and I ran like I had just called Mike Tyson a pussy and spat in his face after the Blazer. The truck's engine died a ways down the road just before the light at the next intersection and it stopped. At that point I must have had enough adrenaline pumping through to kill a deer barehanded. I caught up to the SUV, punched the driver's window spider-webbing it to shit spraining my wrist and impacting two knuckles, tore open the door and dragged the driver to the ground by the collar. The flurry of cursing and death threats that ensued are a jumble, but I do remember the driver's garbled pleas not to beat the ever-loving piss out of him and the rank stench of booze on his breath. Neighbors had already called the police after hearing the crash and the sirens were close by- the police station was but a few blocks from where this took place.
As soon as I saw the first set of red and blue lights turn the corner I release the inebriated driver and merely pinned him to the ground with my heel. About a half dozen cops and bystanders alike began to surround, the police tore my screaming and cursing ass off of the visibly shaken man on the ground and detained us both. The officers then began asking questions, but I wasn't able to speak yet still lacking both the breath and focus to do so, but luckily one cop who approached the scene said there's a car not far up the road that is totaled. They immediately asked who the owner of it was and my (then) girlfriend explained that it was mine. The 5-0 took one look at the front of the Blazer and started trying to get me to calm down and explain what had happened.
Still unable to speak, the neighbors who witnessed the accident told them the story for me as the cops slowly let me out of the cuffs. Finally able to talk calmly, I gave them my side of the story, then they turned to the drunk driver who's first words were so soaked in alcohol they read him his rights and tossed him into the back of a cruiser without question. The cops turned to me an said that they will leave the part about me "assaulting" the driver out of the report for my sake and for the sake of nailing the asshole in court later, it would be a shame if he got off on a technicality or if I had to face charges as well. So big thumbs up to the Seymore, CT PD for that one.
Within a half hour my family joined me on the scene, as well as a couple of tow trucks to haul the wrecks away and a CSU crew. The CSU officer took my statement, began taking observations and measurements of the scene and came back to tell me that there were no skid marks of any kind to indicate the other driver tried to hit the brakes. He also noted that he measure the "attempted escape" distance and figured I chased the Blazer about 450 feet before it stopped. (I can't recall the last time I sprinted 45 feet, let alone one-and-a-half times the length of a damn football field. I swear I must have broke a land/speed record wile doing it.) And finally he noted that his estimate at which the truck hit my car had to have been between 45mph and 55mph judging by the damage, so on top of the other numerous charges the driver would also be charged with speeding in a 35mph zone, ha ha ha.
It wasn't until then when one officer writing all this in his notes said that I was damn fortunate I wasn't standing next to the car at the time that I realized if not for that few seconds of hesitation while standing on the porch of my ex's house that I could have been severely injured, paralyzed or even killed by the accident. I asked a bystander for a cigarette and took a moment to realize how utterly shit lucky I had been. If I hadn't gone searching for my pack of deadly deadly cigarettes, I might not be here right now typing this all out.
But I'm still pissed that I had that car for only one. Fucking. Day.