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My-any vice.
Up till 18 i never thought i would dare try any of the vices. Smoking, drugs, pot, K, you name it.
I’ll always remember my BMT mate offering me 50 for a pack of marijuana, but i luckily refused for fear of the infamous random urine test.
I have actually vowed in my life that i would defnitely try one or a few of these vices. Cocaine, marijuana, E and my green fairy absinth. Just because life is too short to be too cautious and also because i’ve watched too much Guy Ritchie films, Eurotrip and Anthony Bourdain(For the Absinth).
Rolling back the times, and the reasons as to why we actually call these items vices of ours.
Back in sec school, there was always a scary old nurse that visited us during assembly yearly to warn us of the dangers of smoking, and another on and STD’s. Showing us freaky pictures of caulliflowered penises and tar pool lungs. Constable Acai’s would also come on hand with ex-drug offenders to preach to us the dangers that is drugs.
In some sense i was always freaked out by that, seeing the death penalty for drug trafficking here. I was always the one who shunned away from the ah beng smokers in my school and would never dare stand so close to someone who breathed that deadly sinful stick.
And then when i struck 18, i went to Zouk, under the influence of a dear much older friend of mine.
After downing a Graveyard( my tag for worse drink ever), my fren whipped out the familiar Marlboro pack that i have seen many a time. And i took one in.
At first it was gross, and that’s without me even breathing the smoke in. I belched, i coughed, i just went to puke my guts out. It was gross, disgusting, and uncomfortable, yet i felt a sense of accomplishment by taking it in the first time.
One thing led to another, and it became my constant companion whenever there were any drinks as well, i still held my own though and limited myself to only a couple or more each time. Sharing my ciggaretes whenever possible.
It actually felt better to have it once in a while, once in a month. Cause thats when the kick actually came in.
Back then i could actually feel that sense of a quick fix when i inhaled a menthol, that sudden surge in neurological senses in your brain, the closure of your eyes and that relaxation you feel when you exhale. Surreal.
Although the army recently up my intake due to the complete boredom and pressures that is outfield, i’m still very much able to appreciate a smoke, rather than make it a habit.
I admit that i’m a social smoker, and in some sense i like being so.
Smoking has made me realise more about the world, i’ve had conversations with people at random over the most interesting things, had introverted friends confide in me over a smoke and of course have had many a ” give a light ” to a hot chick on occasion.
I guess what i’m saying is that smoking has given me the opportunity to see beyond people and the first impression, that it has made me realise that there’s more to a person than what you see on the forefront, and it’s perhaps a tool by which people become more open and expressive in one way or another.
It’s also opened my mind to getting my first tattoo, trying out a new drink or a new direction, listening to a new band and doing things that i never thought i would imagine.
So what’s the perfect smoking scenario?
A kilkenny in hand.
Ice Menthol mint in another.
Lying half naked across the cold comforting sand, under a crescent moon with not too many stars in the sky, and the rocking waves echoing closer each time.
Hopefully with a special someone beside.
we should all learn to love one another before it’s made illegal
-Soapfat
2 comments February 13, 2009
