Puff the (not so magic) dragon...

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This pack of ciggies was left by a house guest who bought upon his arrival in Bali, but decided he didn’t like it and asked me to pass it on to whoever I know smoking it.

Out of curiosity I picked one out and lighted it. One puff. Two puff. Three puff. And it was out. Hahaaa.. yes, it only took me three puffs to reformulate why I don’t like smoking. My first time was when I was ten or eleven years old, and in that young delicate age I couldn’t really put words on that experience, and after a couple of decades, I can. 

Older and wiser, now I can say that I don’t like smoking because literally it’s like inhaling those smelly garbage smoke (and we have plenty of that in Bali) and blow it out again. Just like that, empty mouth just smelly air circling around my mouth resulting nothing else than smelly breath. Hahaa… not my cup of tea :D