Everytime I go to the doctor they ask me ‘Do you smoke?’ I say yes, once, when I was 10.
My best friend Steve and I shared one by the brook in the wood behind the village hall in the rural UK Midlands village I grew up in. We both threw up. I managed to hide it when I got home. But Steve didn’t and cracked under interrogation, and his (very small, the whole family were tiny, I had to reach down to turn the light switch in their home) mother called mine.
The moral of the story is trust no one. And don’t smoke.
Everytime I go to the doctor they ask me ‘Do you smoke?’ I say yes, once, when I was 10.
My best friend Steve and I shared one by the brook in the wood behind the village hall in the rural UK Midlands village I grew up in. We both threw up. I managed to hide it when I got home. But Steve didn’t and cracked under interrogation, and his (very small, the whole family were tiny, I had to reach down to turn the light switch in their home) mother called mine.
The moral of the story is trust no one. And don’t smoke.