To Smoke (Fiction)I was fourteen years old when I had my first cigarette. Like most people who start smoking in their early teens, the decision had almost nothing to do with a desire to alleviate stress. It was more of an aesthetic choice, something that would allow me to enter the imaginative sphere of adulthood. It tasted like shit. I was walking home from soccer practice with two guys on the travel team a year above me. We had a scrimmage where my year played their year, and my year had wo...

To Smoke (Fiction)I was fourteen years old when I had my first cigarette. Like most people who start smoking in their early teens, the decision had almost nothing to do with a desire to alleviate stress. It was more of an aesthetic choice, something that would allow me to enter the imaginative sphere of adulthood. It tasted like shit. I was walking home from soccer practice with two guys on the travel team a year above me. We had a scrimmage where my year played their year, and my year had wo...