11 days ago by Scott Armstrong

Mom quit when she learned she was pregnant with me. Dad quit cold-turkey some years later, but never smoked around us. Two summers ago in the dead of night I drove rented Kias and Ford Focuses across the Southwest, sipping 64 ounces of Mountain Dew, puffing on Marlboro 27's. Today I cannot quite gau ...

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74 days ago by petebyrne

On Christmas Day, 1950, Kenny Bergman and I sat on his living room sofa smoking cigarettes. I was thirteen. Kenny’s mother was visible, working away in the kitchen. The house smelled of roasting turkey and the radio was on, Bing Crosby singing carols. On the other side of the room under the Christma ...

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131 days ago by tokyopolice

My cosmic vibrations were a bit too much for her. I was always knocking over coffee cups and scaring small animals/children. “The beach is lovely this time of year.” She said with Cold War brilliance exploding on her face. “Where are my Pall Malls?” I asked from dark-tinted fortifications. “Blowin’ ...

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