1978. Cigarettes.

I didn't start smoking when I was three. But everyone smoked in the seventies. They smoked indoors, they smoked in public, they smoked in cars filled with children. Not healthy but the pussification of America had not come into full force. My grandma would push me on a kiddie bike while chain smoking and I didn't have to wear a helmet. She smoked Mores. They were longer than 100's and brown. I was fascinated by them. I liked the smell of smoke. It still reminds me of spaghetti.