Can I Get A Light?

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.
Where?
-At school, after snack time.
Really?
-Uh –Huh.
So you go to school…then after you have a Devil Dog you smoke.
-Yup.

He knew I was a liar but couldn’t resist testing me on it.

You like Camels?
-They’re ok.
Want one?
-Sure.
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?
-It’s gross.
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.

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2 responses to “Can I Get A Light?

  1. you were ballsy even at 6, that’s cool. i think you and slack were made for each other.

  2. A fine method. I’ll have to keep it in mind. (of course, that would involve having cigarettes around for once Sam and The Unknown Klein start wanting to be cool).

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