all of what you said is exactly how it happened RIGHT down to the slow burn of american spirits

damn.

i think I held love for every brand of smoke except camel...those tasted like burning styrofoam

but ya know, at the end of my smoking I knew my days were numbered

I lived in SF and drank like a fish which in turn lead to me smoking a chimney

For a good span of five years I woke up with my temples pounding, heart pounding and without fail I would cough up the nastiest smelliest lung butter. I dont miss that shit. *pops lozenge*