By the time I was 19 I smoked 2-3 packs a day. Started working in an underground coal mine at 20. Can't smoke underground. I cut back to 1/2 to 1 pack and started chewing snuff and scrap. I always promised myself I'd quit but I didn't even when my Dad died from smoking. Finally three years later my dentist told me he was concerned about the sores in my mouth. Turned to be pre-cancerous lesions. Didn't have to hit me over the head then. May 6, 1996 I smoked and chewed my last. To me giving up the cigs was easy, but I still crave a lip full of Copenhagen today.
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