I had been really good about not smoking weed or drinking alcohol but continued to smoke my cigs. That was turning into a nasty habit. I was becoming like this chain smoker or something. I’d sneak in a smoke whenever I could, or I’d go to the bathroom during class just to light up. It was getting bad because most of the time I would go alone, I wouldn’t necessarily need a smoking buddy to accompany me. I’d come home smelling like smoke but I’d blame it on the group of kids I hung out with. Said a lot of them were smokers so that’s why I smelled like smoke. I can’t even tell you how many smoke breaks I took during work, even with the boss. A small group of us would just chill at the back door and puff our lungs away. Who needs a ciggy? That’s all we needed to hear and we’d huddle up with our choice of cancer stick in hand and smoke, smoke, smoke. It was getting to the point where not only were my clothes smelling like cigarette smoke, but so was my hair and my hand that I used to smoke with, especially my index and middle finger. You know, the two fingers that hold the cig between your lips. Yeah, they even had like a yellow tint to them from the smoke I presume. It was gross. I started buying like some type of fragrance spray that you could spray all over from head to toe, to try and mask the smell. I would use a plastic glove as often as I could when at work or I’d try to use my sweater sleeve, you know that little section that you pull over your hands to keep them warm. Yeah. I even started carrying a travel pack toothbrush and toothpaste so I could brush at school and work. It was seriously that crazy.