Danica

www.grouphug.usWhen I was a little girl, my dad left me in the car with the engine running while he tied the Christmas tree to the roof. Being 5 years old and bored, I surveyed the car for someway to pass the time. I quickly spotted a stamp plugged into the dashboard. Elated, I grabbed for it and pressed it as hard as I could onto the top of my fleshy little hand. It burned like a son of a bitch, but I learned two very important lessons that day: 1)Those "stamps" are really cigarette lighters and 2) 5-year-olds look super tough when they have a miniature cigarette branded on the tops of their hands.