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At 17, I was welding in chemical plants (my father was a contractor since the early 60’s, plants let me weld on Dad’s jobs. I was VERY good.)
They told us not to put our head in the smoke.
So we would take freguent smoke breaks to “get some fresh air” and enjoy a non-filter Camel. (35¢ a pack).
My brother smoked 2-3 packs of a day. Died at 59, from a heart attack. He had smoked p😮🎉 daily since he was 18. And admittedly, smoked some toxic things in his last 30+ years as an addicted person.
John, whom I worked with for 15-16 years, smoked chain-smoked Winston’s and had been an alcoholic since he was 11. He had lung cancer and liver cancer at 46.
Uncle Gene smoked and snorted enough recreational pharmaceuticals to stun Jamaica.
He died at 54, Cancer of everything. Had smoked Camels since he was in elementary school.