Tobacco Almost killed me, and It Killed My Dad

But I still Miss It

Lawson Wallace

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I think about my dad

It was the early seventies, my family and I were living on Johnson Airforce Base in Japan. My mom and dad taught English to Japanese Businessmen on the side for extra money.

I was a bad, bad boy




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Lawson Wallace

Lawson Wallace

62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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