Today, I want
to talk about the cigarettes. I don’t really know why, it’s the only think that
I can think in this moment, maybe because I have a package of cigarettes in my pocket.
I started to smoke at the age of 13 or 14
years. I don’t really have a reason to
do that. It was in a party, and some friend gives me one because I was really
drunk and I ask him, only to check what’s that feel. After that, I turn me in
addicted to cigarettes, alcohol and drugs (it’s a joke). But my addiction for
cigarettes it’s true.
For the beginning,
I smoked only for pleasure, buy now, that habit turns a routine. I know the
effects of the smoke into my body, but I’m not really responsible, not for now
maybe. My favourite cigarette was the DUNHILL CIGARETTES, but when I prove
HILTON, I preferred. Also, Hilton was more inexpensive, but really bad quality
(that does don’t really cares me).
In conclusion,
I’m a cigarette addict; I love the bitumen and the arsenic, and my teeth are
rotten.
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