Narrative About Smoking and Why You Shouldn't Start
On a cold's winter night at two A.M., I'm in my bed in a dark, dank room feeling the chills and the shakes - God I hate this feeling. Gotta go, gotta go...gotta get my smokes! Two packs a day and counting - for the last five years of my life. It all started as a joke in middle school, a childish challenge: "C'mon Homie, take a drag, be a man and feel the breeze!"Not wanting to be called a buffoon, I indulged in one of the beginnings of the rest of my life. First I hid it from Mom and Dad and ended up paying my little sister "bribes" to keep her mouth shot. Then I started buying one stick here and one stick there from the convenience store nearby owned by a Korean who sells it by the stick. Man, that's illegal but "Hey", the Korean said "it's biznez!"When I got to college and living in residence, "Wow, freedom!" I run towards the bushes on the campus grounds and puff and puff my life away. In to beer bashes and drinking sessions, I learned I craved more and felt better smoking while having my brewskis. Exams, tests and late night studies helped me relaxed with a stick or two, or three, or four! It's not allowed in reside
Stuck in a hospital bed with IV tubes and oxygen mask and the whole nine yards of monitoring tools. I was wheezing and sniffling - an asthma attack! I can't breathe, so difficult, so hard! Air, air, I need air. My buddies at residence saw me suffering and turning blue like the old Smurfs of yore. Now as I lay in my hospital bed at two A. But then I realized that it's my life on the line. Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen - where art thou? I relaxed, controlled my breathing and got a bit of air in but I felt an old and unwanted acquaintance was back. I want zest for life - joie de vivre! I know now my life is so precious to waste away and with the only one I have - I'll hold dear until the time, my time really comes!.
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