The author right in the cigar lounge at the Hartford Club in We were out of cigarettes. My friends and I pooled our change for gas and Marlboros, a church collection plate to fund carcinogens for teenagers. Nor did I understand yet why I smoked, or why I would continue for the next 20 years. I only knew I wanted to light another, turn up the Snoop Dogg, and let both pour out the open sunroof as we drove. Look at me, look at me!
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