Cleaning The Ashtray
When I was sixteen-years-old and in the eleventh grade, for my sins, I acquired the disgusting habit of smoking cigarettes. At the boys' boarding school I attended there was a gentleman’s agreement with the senior boys, and the smokers had a special area where they would not be ‘prosecuted.’ For us juniors, however, this spot was off-limits. We always had to find secret places to indulge in our nicotine obsession. Sadly, the secret places were not always secret as one wished and resultantly I...
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