I've got one in my hand as I write this. It is my worst habit, but I enjoy it too much to give up, truthfully.
I started smoking when I was a teenager. At about 16 in front of my mother, and 17 in front of my father. I decided to expose my smoking to my dad at my sister's wedding. I was on the dias, and lit up. I remember my father coming up to me, being mad, but that's all I remember. From then on I smoked in front of him.
When I run out of cigarettes I'm in quite a panic. Sometimes there's not enough money to buy them, so I grub off Evie, and I end up doing that far too often.