Another story about me and my dad. For more, click the “Betheboy Dad Stories” link at the bottom.
There was a time, many years ago when I’d often ask my father for cigarettes, but since I was six years old he’d say no; until the day at dinner when I lied and told him I was already smoking.
So you’re smoking now?
-All the time.
-At school, after snack time.
So you go to school…then after you have a Devil Dog you smoke.
He knew I was a liar but couldn’t resist testing me on it.
You like Camels?
Here you go.
My mother gave my father the “Don’t do this look” as he handed the pack to me, I took one out and stuck it in the corner of my mouth.
-Can you light it for me dad?
I leaned forward as he lit the match.
Here you go…now breathe in.
Two seconds later my first cigarette was lying on the floor and I was coughing with tears in my eyes.
How do you like that?
Good, now don’t smoke.
And I didn’t…for another seven years. If there’s one thing I’ll always credit my dad for, it’s being able to temporarily stave off my bad decisions.
P.S. – I don’t smoke anymore.