That first 2009 inhale was 25 years ahead of time, as I have always planned to re-engage in the act of smoking if I made it to old age. With all our “Just Say No,” “Quit,” “Stop Smoking” that includes very gruesome images of black lungs and more, no one ever mentions just how delicious an experience smoking can be.
It’s like riding a bike; all the familiar features come back. I was struck by how the tobacco really didn’t taste as good as I remembered...