I have brought myself to a level of nicotine addiction my younger self wouldn’t have got up early enough for
I was an early and assiduous smoker. Then I became a “social” smoker (ie smokes when drunk) and I could have stayed that way until I died – if I hadn’t discovered the vape. Vaping me is like smoker me rebooted. It started with a long and chic vape that looked like a sonic screwdriver. Battery life became a problem and we moved, my mister and I, on to a more sophisticated but much uglier machine, with such a detailed account of its wattage that I sometimes accidentally try to text people on it.
Pretty soon, I vaped constantly. The minute I woke up. In church halls, in meetings, on buses. I have brought myself to a level of nicotine addiction that my younger self wouldn’t have got up early enough for. Now, when my mister and I go to people’s houses, they call it The Attack Of The Vapers. When we run out of vape juice, we scowl at each other like two smack addict drummers on tour who don’t know how to say “baggie” in Icelandic.