My grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, “If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you need to stop immediately.” Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized exactly what was at stake. He quit cold turkey that very day. Three years later he died of lung cancer. We were very close, and his death destroyed me. My mother said to me, “Please never smoke, don’t put you family through what you grandfather put us through.” I agreed. at 18, i have never touched a cigarette. I must say, i feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your parking job was so shitty it gave me cancer anyway. Jesus fuck, please learn how to park.