One time on break from school my Da found a pack of smokes in my coat pocket. Later that night at the dinner table he asks me, "Son, do you have a fag?" See in Ireland we called smokes fags. I says to him, "No Da, I don't smoke," So he let it go. Then later he asked again, and again I said no. So then even later that night he comes to me and says, "Hey Mike can I get a fag?" "Sure no problem" I says. Boy I tell you I had never been so sick as I was after he made me smoke every single last one in the pack. Funny though it still didn't stop me from smoking.