Enslaved to organized crime syndicate and “Self-Medication” dealers

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NoBS

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Aflatoin, my road to cessation was public humiliation.

I work with steel, I can power lift with my legs, so bicycle riding is much easier for me than my better half.
On short sprint's I'm hell on wheels for an old fart, except da hills.

Riding up a 10% incline with a 38 year 2PAD wheeze was , shall I say... pathetic at best.

Well, near the top I hear some one behind me shout encouragement, "You can do it sonny!"
Figured it was a younger girl rubbing my age into contempt!

Dammed if it wasn't a 5 foot nothing skinny stick of a well preserved lady, had to be 20 years my senior...
RUNNING by me like I was standing still.
I looked into her eyes and stopped dead in the middle of the road, the look of horror on my face knocked that concerned smile off hers when she realized my gray hair makes me look even older than I feel.
Worse yet, she just picked up the pace and left me wheezing in her dust!

No, no... it gets worse, much! The laughter from the wife was a proverbial "nail in the coffin" of pure self-disgust.
That was July 21st, by the 27th I received my 1st vape-mail for a eGo/ce4 kit.

This was at a popular scenic park, on a warm beautiful Sunday afternoon, yeah... it was busy.
 
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