My warned me extensively. He made sure I listened, it was probably during a walk. He told me that once I started to smoke I would become very addicted. Before I knew it, I would be looking for unfinished cigarette butts in the cracks of the sidewalk, just to have a last smoke. And I would never know who smoked this stuff before me. And I would not know for how long this stuff had been on the floor. It would be like smoking dirt. Really bad. I simply agreed. I thought that maybe this could be why he did not smoke. I am not quite sure what I thought. I was only five or so.
I was reminded of this talk with my dad because of this lady today who looked for cigarett butts in the cracks of the sidewalk.