Kids Smoking
Kids smoking I'll never forget my first drag. I was probably eight or nine years old. It was autumn. We had just raked the neighbors back yard. She was old and her dead beat husband didn’t do much yard work. When we finished our work we began to put it into a yard waste container; a cardboard box. I don't know what possessed us to do it. It's still a mystery. This friend of mine had talked me into many strange things before but this one took the cake. Hand rolled The tobacco was a mixture of grass (the lawn kind) twigs and, maple leaves. We tore off a flap from the box and used it as rolling paper. This wasn't your average cigarette, it was more like a cigar for King Kong. We had to hold this yard waste tobacco stuffed corrugated cardboard cigarette with two hands. What could go wrong? Got a light? We just needed matches. My friend always had a box handy. He was a bit of a pyro. He once made a Popsicle stick replica of the towering inferno and set on fire on his upst...