Well, when I was small I used to love to drink behind my mother and father when they left can sodas around. I used to always drink up what they had left in the can after they would leave the area for some reason or another.

At the time, my mother and father smoked cigarettes on a daily basis. So, one day my father was drinking a nice cold can of soda and I thought to myself that as soon as he leaves I will gussle down the rest of his drink. When I did get to the soda I got a real surprise of the nasty taste of cigarette ashes that he had put into the can.

It was one of the nastiest taste that I have ever experienced and it turned me completely away from every smoking.