Happy weekend, everyone!
I'm never used a hookah, though the flavors are tempting: peach, mango, watermelon, apple, blueberry...each mixed with tobacco.
As a reformed smoker, I won't go near the stuff.
There are many ways to quit smoking. I quit my pack-a-day habit cold turkey, after the drug store cashier who sold me Marlboro Lights automatically handed me a pack without my asking. It's hard to believe I used to buy them sometimes by the carton.
In New York, smokers huddle outside tall buildings, taking their breaks. The hard core smokers light up in the mornings between the subway and the office, huffing and shuffling down the sidewalk.
Once a smoker, always a smoker. It's all too easy to stumble down that slippery slope.
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