Where I grew up, we could not afford pipes. We put layers of old chewing gum foil in the palms of our hands, and filled them with the tobacco remnants from the cigarette butts we'd find lying on the ground. We couldn't afford matches, or lighters, so we'd scrounge around on trash day for discarded lamps and re-purpose the electrical cords by stripping off the insulation with our teeth and making a loop in one end. Then we would find a parked car that had a good battery and attach the other ends of the wires to the battery terminals and mash the glowing looped end of the wire into our palm of tobacco and inhale deeply of the esoteric smoke that arose from our mechanizations.
And we liked it.
