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An Introduction
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If what they say about smoking being a low-class addiction, growing up dirt poor in the South, becoming a smoker was almost inevitable, I suppose. I was surrounded by it from birth -- I have no doubt that the doctor who delivered me probably did so one-armed, with one hand waiting for my release from the womb and the other holding a cigarette. My mother smoked, my brother started before he'd hit puberty, and my sister followed soon thereafter in her teens, so it was borderline miraculous that I was able to avoid it as long as I did. I'd picked up one now and again during college, but -- for the most part -- I saw the addiction as representative of the impoverishment and weak-willed nature of the schlubs who lived in my neighborhood, the kind of folks I was determined not to be.
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