“I was hanging out after school, like thirteen, right,” says Mitchell. “This big older kid comes up and looks around, then he’s like ‘Hey, kid, smoke this Winston or I’ll beat the crap out of you.’ I’m like fine, okay, so he lights it and makes me hotbox the whole damn thing. Right there. When I’m done, he takes it and stomps it out and then punches me in the stomach, and he goes ‘Now I don’t ever want to see you smoking again!'”

“What?” says Dana. “What?”

“So from then on,” Mitchell says enthusiastically, “I always thought smoking was cool.“