*I asked Serena for instruction on how to do it at least five times. I could tell she was getting impatient with me so I bit the big one and lit my first cigarette. As I puffed away on the Marlboro light she held my hand informing me that it wasn’t like smoking weed. Apparently I was holding the cigarette like a joint. I laughed, popped an Oreo into my mouth and rolled down her window to ash the inch of ash that I had already built up. Carried away in conversation, Oreos, and the lovely feeling I got as I flicked my cigarette, it suddenly split in two. Serena shook her head and gave me another. I passed.