I worked hard at a conservative corporate day job and utilized my real voice writing essays at night. I knew it when I had a few drinks and smoked a pack or two, not a cigarette or two. In my late 20s I met a partner from a bigger, more prestigious law firm as he smoked a cigarette by a dumpster. I dated him for four whole weeks, the best yet in my 16 years. Jules Barrueco is a lawyer and a writer in New York City. I sipped tea with certain girlfriends and guzzled bourbon with others. And that, it turned out, was even more addictive than the drug.
The smell often seeped so deep into my fingers that it took two days to erase it.
From Awkward Teen to Cigar Lounge Queen, How Cigarettes Brought Me to Life
The smell often seeped so deep into my fingers that it took two days to erase it. There was only one reason left to explain my continued smoking. I just never did it again. Though my monthly bar tab sometimes exceeded my mortgage payment, it seemed a reasonable sum for a time machine that transported us to a Mad Men era when smoking was this glamorous. My lawyerly brain, trained to argue both sides of a case, came up short. I had learned to do those things ages ago.