My first pack of smokes cost me 38 cents way back in 19 and 73. Newports. I believe that was not only my first pack of menthol but also my last.
That's the same year I bought my first pack of smokes. My father smoked "Cools" also menthol, so it's all I knew and was what I bought from a vending machine. I was with my parents in Williamsburg, VA and we were at a restaurant. The cigarette vending machine was outside the men's room and I was thrilled to find it there in a dark and completely out of view spot. In went my coins ($.35 if memory serves), the pack fell down, but no matches did. I didn't know what I was going to do, so I went outside, opened that pack up, pulled one out and an elderly gentleman was nearby smoking. I asked him if he could spare a match and he gave me the entire pack. I felt so grown-up. I took to smoking like a duck to water. I suppose my lungs were already conditioned as my father was a 3 pack a day smoker, so growing up, I inhaled a lot of 2nd hand smoke. I lit that cigarette, took a drag, inhaled, didn't cough and truly enjoyed it. I'm truly sorry I took to it so easily and even more sorry for all the years of abuse I heaped on my self. No one in my family ever knew I smoked. I was smart enough to know the negatives, yet was powerless to
tobacco. I hid it very well. Always had cologne with me and gum. And if I was with family, I'd go for a walk, smoke and douse myself with cologne and chew some gum, but when I came back inside, I'd go to the bathroom and wash my face and hands to get the smell off of me. I was very talented at that. Yes I was.