I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, SOME GUY NAMED BOB ASKED ME TO TRY A CIGARETTE. I SAID NO. BUT HE HOLD ME IT TASTES LIKE PEPPERMINT. SO I SAID, "IF I TRY ONE TASTE, MY DAD WOULD NOT KNOW." SO, ONE TASTE TURNED INTO 2, AND 2 TURNED INTO 4. BY THE TIME I WAS DONE, I WENT HOME. ONE MONTH LATER, I WAS MUTATED! I HAD TO BE FIXED AT THE HOSPITAL. LUCKILY, I SURVIVED. THIS JUST PROVES THAT WHEN THEY SAY "NO SMOKING", THEY'RE NOT KIDDING.