Yes, yes, yes… Smoking is a terrible, disgusting, stinky habit. I know. As a former pack-a-day Camel smoker, I’m the last one you need to tell. Yet somehow, I ended up in the following picture:
How did this happen?
Well, I don’t recommend this to other nicotine addicts, as it is certainly «slippery ground». I have been known, since quitting smoking three
years ago to partake in the occasional cigar during special events. In the time since I quit, I’ve
smoked seven cigars, which compares rather favorably to the twenty thousand cigarettes I would have smoked instead had I not quit.
But enough rationalization. What’s smoked is smoked, and I got some good self-portraits out of it.
The cigar makes an excellent prop.
While it was enjoyable, the damn thing did get to be overpowering after a while. It was pretty clear to
me why I don’t do this every day. I started asking myself the big questions, like, «did I really have that thing in my mouth?» No wonder the human bite is considered more dangerous than a dog’s.
The next morning I was given further reminders that inhaling the smoke from burning tobacco is not a particularly healthy endeavor. I understand that burning smoke in general is not recommended and in fact actively discouraged by your local firefighters. The tobacco hangover was as bad as many I’ve had from alcohol. Nausea, sensitivity to bright light and loud noise, a killer headache that wouldn’t go away. I’ve had this reaction to smoky social gatherings of whatever sort, but never before quite that strong.
The things I’ll do to make an interesting web page…
Honestly, though. I didn’t inhale.