Smoked throughout my 20s in the 1990s. Was off-and-on throughout my 30s in the 2000s. By the time I reached my 40s in the 2010s I was just over it. That said, I have picked it up two or three times since then (I'm 56 now) but put it down after one to three months. Always pick it back up during times of great depression and financial hardship - the worst time to smoke ironically. My husband is similar but gets hooked much more often and much more severely. Smokes for a month or two and then transitions to vaping for three to six months, lowering the nicotine until he's eventually vaping no nicotine. Goes a couple of years and then rinse and repeat.
I would like to know which scratch off lottery tickets are winners and for how much. If I had that power I could either go buy a couple of multi-million dollar winners and live a life of leisure or I could just perpetually pick up hundred dollar winners that are cashed out in the store and essentially go off the grid.
Ticketmonster has just always been outrageous. I was a teenager in the 80s and it was ridiculous back then too. The prices were lower but the percentages were just as ridiculous, I think. For example, my first concert was Men At Work in 1983. The tickets were $12.50 but my final price at Ticketmonster, which used to be a physical business inside Sears, was over $16, which is around a 30% markup!!
I am personally not against the death penalty for some crimes if the culprit is indeed responsible but there are too many people in prison for crimes they didn't commit already, so the burden of proof needs to be exceptional. Also, I've heard before that it's actually more costly for states and tax payers to impose the death penalty because of all the built-in appeals, with the costs of the court system and attorney fees, than it is to house someone in prison for life. I further think that those convicted should have the option to choose the death penalty and type of execution for themselves, á la Gary Gilmore.
I do hair and used to work at a retirement facility. There was a retired Texas state trooper with Alzheimer's named Floyd who got a buzz cut every month. He was so out of it that every time I used the clippers on him he'd start swatting the air around his head and would swear, "Goddamn bees!"