Cameltar, 60

Heavy smoker in europe Took my first inhale in the summer of 1975, I was 11. Had been fascinated for years about smoking and had wanted to try it for as long as I can remember. I went back to school after that summer holiday as a smoker.
I needed to get hooked. I wanted to feel how it was to need to smoke, I was mentally hooked the moment that first smoke hit my lungs, I was physically hooked within a couple of months smoking 4 or 5 a day. By 15 i needed a pack every day.
35 years later i'm a 3-4 ppd reds and camels smoker who loves and needs every smoke i inhale.
Its a passion, an obsession...an addiction I am happy and willing to feed. Cigars and pipes also feed my addiction now. Love my lungs full of smoky goodness.
Watching guys hauling i love. Not guys who smoke just because they are addicted, but guys who NEED and LOVE the fact that they have no choice but to light up and feed the cravings. Smokers who love the fact that they are smokers. Willing slaves to the habit.