re: #381 Hercules Grytpype-Thynne

Riding in a car with smokers. That’s how I started.

I started after an argument with my newly wed husband.
He left me at a bar with my sister and sister-in-law who were smokers.
My dumb butt said, “gimmie one of those!”
I liked it, and the rest was history.

I’ve quit twice—the second time was for four years.
Unfortunately, we lived with my parents for a while, so I had a choice to make:
1) push mom down the steps
2)Puff till the pain goes away

I did it before. I can do it again.