The illustration above is a pair a shoes designed for the 2012 USA Basketball team...and this little story has nothing to do with that.
I am thinking of what I am going to write about, the shitty time I had at the LA Marathon or how I started smoking cigarettes (Long Pause)...Okay, so my mom smoked since she was 13 and most of my friends started to smoke at about that age too. I never smoked at a young age, I dipped a little, but girls think that stuff is nasty. Also, I remember watching a video in health class about dipping that made never want to do it again.
The first time I actually got into cigarettes is a strange story, thankfully it is short. I was 17 hanging out with my younger brother at our summer camp (only one-side of my family had money, now everybody's poor), we were riding bikes around the woods looking for things to do. One of things we used to do was steal anything we could from the cars that were parked by people using the riverbanks to fish from. I would be the lookout and my brother would get the goods out of the car, sometimes we switched. Anyway, we got a lot of weird things, once we got a tampon box filled with condoms, weed, a pipe, a bag of coke, a weird religious coin and a really expensive fishing lure. My brother ran towards me with the tampon box, I remember seeing it in his hands, before I could say anything, he just said "Dude" and opened the box to show me the contents. One day, he got a carton of Camel Wides, I figured we could sell them or something. Instead we kept them. Since then both my brother and I are disgusting smokers.
The lesson to learn here is simple, if you start to steal then you will probably die of lung cancer, I know it doesn't sound fair, but tough titties, life isn't fair.
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