I started smoking when I was 14, and within a year, I knew I had made a mistake. I tried to quit cold-turkey at 15. It didn’t work. By the time I got to college, all my friends smoked, too. There was no reason to quit. Then my state passed an obtrusive law banning all smoking in businesses and public lands, and even the college started cracking down on the 25-foot rule. I suddenly felt like a fugitive. The culture changed rapidly–I’d get dirty looks walking down the street with a lit cigarette in hand, rude comments from passersby even if I was sitting in a smoking area, and endless criticism from my teachers and newly-quit friends. I heard about e-cigs online and thought it was sci-fi at first. A safer, cleaner alternative to smoking? One that doesn’t smell bad or ruin upholstery? It was too good to be true. But I was tired of being treated like a second-class citizen just because I enjoyed tobacco, so I gave it a shot. I got this starter kit with cigarette-like contraptions with replacable cartriges. Th