I was a Certified Smoker

Back in my college days, when I was still somehow immature, exploring and enjoying my youth, I was a heavy smoker. I can smoke up from 2 to 3 packs of cigarettes a day. Every morning, I come to a store nearby our dormitory and without any word, the vendor, just by merely using his preconception and instinct, will automatically hand me two packs of cigarettes. I was a regular customer.

I smoke in the campus; I smoke in the restaurants; in the bus terminal; in our dormitory; in the toilet. I smoke everywhere all the time. It was like cigarette smoking really does somehow quench my appetite. I smoke before breakfast and before laying in bed at night. I just loved smoking.

Whenever I realize I’m not having any butt on my mouth, I feel very uneasy and will desperately grab for another one out of immense craving frenzy.

I am an addict. I am so addicted that I even tried mastering some of the tricks from French inhales to Smoke rings. My friends can testify on this.

By the way, some of them are still smoking addicts up to now.