Haha, yep, mom's Pall Malls. My dad smoked Salem lights, and my grandmother smoked unfiltered Lucky Strikes pretty much right up until the day she died at the ripe old age of 86. I attribute it to her upbringing. She was a hardy, hard-working, hard-living southern woman, pure stock. Unkillable. Worked 10-hour shifts at the factory all day and still had the endurance to tend a
thriving garden of tomatoes, cucumbers, and collard greens in her off-time. She probably would've made it to 100 and beyond if not for the Lucky Strikes.
I guess many of us were just born into a smoking culture, so picking up the habit ourselves was inevitable. If anyone is old enough to remember the candy cigarettes that used to be sold in every convenient store on every corner, you'll know what I mean when I say I can't honestly blame the Pall Malls for being the sole cause of my descent into smokerdom.
So now I've finally come full circle. I started out "smoking" my pretend sweets, and now I'm
vaping them.
