My father and uncles and all their friends turned their lungs black trying to satisfy my collector's zeal.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It took about six years to get the Black Lung stuff. It didn't come just instantly. Sometimes, I see lobby groups, today, upset because they work the whole session and nothing happens.
I was a sullen kid who smoked cigarettes and wore black every day, and I went to a school that was lacrosse players and Izods.
I could easily have decided that life was cruel, that being black meant everything was stacked against me.
Your lungs are changed forever from your first cigarette.
I started wearing all black around the time I got into Nirvana. I first heard 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' when I was about 12, and I remember jumping on my bed, so excited about it.
All my friends are dying. That's why I always wear black.
I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.
Look at any black-and-white movie; everybody is smoking.
Mom was a smoker. My grandfather was a smoker. My aunts were smokers. My uncles were smokers. I don't know any smokers now, not even my mom.
The clothes chosen for me as a child had a strong element of the Pre-Raphaelite, muted greens and ivories, dusty rose, what seems in retrospect an eccentric amount of black.
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