I never understood the fascination with tobacco, whether on a ship or not. I suppose I was cured of any want of it as a kid, watching my grandfather have to smoke 3 butts before he even got out of bed. He ended up dying of lung and throat cancer. My parents never smoked so I suppose that helped, and I knew if I ever came home with a pack I would get my ass beat.
The people who say it keeps them awake, I call bullshit. But maybe it’s just me. I have worked plenty of 24-36 hour shifts without even a cup of coffee to keep me awake. I work with guys who, as others have said, use their smoking breaks as a social call. One guy onboard must smoke 4 packs a day. He’s got like 5 teeth left.
The hardest thing I’ve had to endure was a couple years ago when my fiancé’s father died. I was there - he had been sent home from the hospital to do hospice at home. Over the years he had lung cancer, throat cancer, a brain tumor. He could barely speak and could hardly move - but we had to drag him out to the garage for a cigarette. The things had KILLED him. And he still wanted more. He died the next morning.
God help my kid if he comes home with a pack of cigarettes. After I kick his ass he’s going to smoke a carton in front of me and we’ll see if he wants to smoke anymore after that.
Hope it’s nothing Jet - you’re too young for the C word.