I started smoking hash rolled in tobacco, but I didn't smoke regular cigarettes. But one faithful morning I got woken up by a ticket man on a train. He smiled at my miserable state and said: "We have stopped, please get off the train." When I got out, I realized that I had the worlds worst hang over and had no idea where I was. Apparently I had been very drunk(and stupid) the night before, and stepped on a train going to the other side of Sweden. I wandered about a bit until I found a corner store. Went in, got a liter of orange juice, a large cup of coffee and a pack of smokes. Planted my ass on the curb, drank the liquid, lit up a smoke and started making phone calls. From that day on, I've been a true addict.