Sigarilyo

Memory disappears like smoke puffed from a cigarette.  No matter how I try to remember the first time I smoked, scenes from the past are now lost to oblivion. It was peer pressure, that I can be sure.  Perhaps, in one of those booze nights with my college buddies, someone bought a pack of Marlboro Lights. Aspiring to be cool; wishing to earn that respect every kid wants, the stick made contact