Imagine your self hiking... the weather is cool and it starts to drizzle. You look around and see an inviting tree with big branches and a perfect spot to shelter beneath. There's a moss covered mound to sit against, it's soft and dry and perfectly comfortable. The drizzle has turned to rain now and you can hear the raindrops falling all around you but you're cosy and dry, the wet wood is bringing out the smell of the trees.
You reach in your pocket and feel that packet of fags... it fits in your hand so perfectly. It opens solidly and satisfyingly to present you with the 16 fags left inside. You pick one and draw it out of the packet. You tentatively lick your lips slightly, then wipe the spittle away with a knuckle. You put the cigarette in your mouth while you fish around in your gear for the lighter, all the time you can smell the tantalizingly delicious fresh tobacco under your nose.
With a flick of your thumb there's a warm flame in front of you. You get that first whiff of smoke... delicious. Go ahead and take a draw... savour those wonderful flavours... then feel that tingle as you inhale the smoke. It's absolutely wonderful. You hold it in your lungs for a moment and exhale. As you exhale all your worries and tension leave your body encapsulated within the smoke. You have been cleansed... your insides feel warm, as if you are lying back in to a warm bath. Aaahhhhhh
You study the warm glow of the cigarette while listening to your surroundings. All you can hear is the rain, deadened by the trees. Beyond that it's absolute silence. You are completely alone, just you, the wilderness and this cigarette. You feel the warm smoke dance around your fingers while you lie back and sink in to the dry moss and bracken. Close your eyes and take another drag.
I don't smoke anymore but now I want a cigarette.
" are either doing it wrong or are complete retards.