I haven't picked up a cigarette since I was 16. I remember I was driving with my brother out to get fireworks one summer and I was smoking because I thought I was cool. I happened to look down at the filter and noticed that the once white filter was brown. I grabbed a white shirt...I remember it was an old Michael Jordan shirt...out of the back of my car, took a puff, and then blew it into the shirt. There was a dark brown stain on the shirt where I blew out. I flicked my cigarette out the window, took my brothers cigarette out of his mouth and threw it out the window, and threw the rest of the pack out the window. That shirt was washed several times but that brown stain stayed there. Anytime anyone offered me a cigarette I thought of that brown staid and never had any desire.