for a while I was smoking pretty heavily. I bought a new pack every week so and went out every day, twice a day, and smoked 1-3 cigarettes while walking around my block, or on the back porch when my parents weren’t home.
One day I was taking a walk around the block, and a car drove by. I was exhaling and it was cold so the cloud was pretty big. The car slowed down when it drove by me, and pulled into a drive way up the street. when I walked by, a guy walked up to me, couldn’t have been more than 30. He asked what I was smoking and if I liked them. I figured he was about to b** one off of me but then things changed.
He made a deal with me, he said “Look, I see you walking by every day or so and you’re smoking that s***. I deal pot alright, I’m not gonna lie to you. I can’t stand seeing you kill yourself with those things, so if you give me your pack, I’ll give you 50 bucks of pot. and if you need any more you call me on this number, and I’ll give you a discount since you live around here.”
Needless to say I took the deal, and I no longer smoke cigarettes. The guy is a two minute walk from my house and he gives me a great discount. I smoke a few times a week to take the edge off of my painful a** life, and I now have a vape I can use in my house.
I doubt I’ll ever smoke cigs again, all because my neighbor is cool a** dude. We smoke on his porch occasionally and his dog loves me. His name is Bexley.
My grades have shot up and I have an awesome girlfriend who drives over to see me and occasionally smoke with me. She even brings potato chips.

What am I trying to say? Well 1: Pot is a wonderful thing.
But also, your life can turn around with the snap of your fingers, no matter how bad it seems. Never give up. Just keep walking through hell until things change.
Cheers.