Thoughts on the coolest boy in Ontario. By Karen Kicak Our elementary school was set deep in the rural Ontario countryside, nestled in the forest beside the local dump. In the late 1990s, when I was ...

I had my first cigarette when I was 18. Heartbroken after being dumped, and on a night out in Lincolnshire, my friend encouraged me to cut loose by 'just having a fag'. With my heart in tatters, and ...

I remember my first cigarette. It was a Newport Light. It made me want to puke. I remember my second cigarette. It was a Newport Light. It made me loopy. I remember my third cigarette. It was a ...

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