Closed RP in the Little Green Apple
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It was possible that when he finally turned mortal, John Amsterdam would drop dead from centuries of smoking.
Smoking had been a recreational activity well before the European settlers had arrived, and it had spread through the colonies like wildfire. John had picked up the habit at fourteen, right off the boat. He had tried to give it up like drinking, but had only succeeded in cutting back. Besides, a guy as great as him needed a few bad habits. So he indulged in his habit now, trying not to think of anything besides the smoke curling over his head.
Smoking had been a recreational activity well before the European settlers had arrived, and it had spread through the colonies like wildfire. John had picked up the habit at fourteen, right off the boat. He had tried to give it up like drinking, but had only succeeded in cutting back. Besides, a guy as great as him needed a few bad habits. So he indulged in his habit now, trying not to think of anything besides the smoke curling over his head.