By Rich Peirce
I was a pack-a-day smoker for nearly 20 years. As a kid I would watch my dad smoke while doing just about everything. Whether it was a playing cards, doing yard work, or watching TV; the coolest person in my world always had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Before I picked up my first cigarette I knew I would love it. I remember it like it was yesterday. I snuck a cigarette out of my dad’s pack and went behind the garage. I remember putting the cigarette to my lips and
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