I grew up in a house with smoking being a casual thing. Things were always pretty tuff in the house I lived in, and school didn’t make it any easier. I had my first cigarette when I was about thirteen and was hooked. My grandfather died of lung cancer, and I knew I did want that to happen to me. Regardless though I continued to smoke 2 packs a day. With many failed atempts to quit, one day at work we were getting a new supervisor. When I first saw him I was about seventeen, he had a giant pen looking thing in his hand. He was blowing big clouds of vapor out of it. I went up to him and asked him about it. Needless to say, I’ve been off cigarettes fo almost two years now. It all escalated from there, and I’m all about the box mods and RDA’s.