smoke
I used to hate the smell of cigarette smoke. It gave me headaches and lingered on my clothing much too long.
After Mexico the smell because something of a comfort. After Mexico, anything that reminded me of the good of that trip was a comfort.
Then I tried it. I always wanted to smoke when I was drunk, so I did it. It tasted like shit.
Now the smell, the sight, even the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. That fuzzy memory of that drunken night (one of the very last things I remember about that night) has had a very lasting impact.
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