Second chances at happiness do not come along every day. But for this former cigarette slave, who once enjoyed every single moment of breathing in a cool, mentholated hit of tobacco — particularly that first smoke of the morning, shared with a hot cup of coffee — a second chance has come in the guise of an odd, mini-hookah-like machine called a “vaporizer.”
I am not referring to that Vick’s steam-producing vaporizer that your mom used to place by your bed when you were sick. Rather, I’m talking about a new sort of machine — one made up of a battery, an “atomizer,” a small plastic or glass container, and a flavored or unflavored liquid that, when heated by the push of a button, delivers a hit of nicotine-filled vapor directly to the lungs and a feeling that I thought I would never again experience.
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