When the Universe tell you to start smoking - Questionable Life Choices

The first time I smoked I think I was maybe 13, or even younger, I don't remember. At first it was a now and then thing, I was getting by on freebies, especially from one of my best friends. She said it wasn't a big deal and she was happy to share but I was feeling guilty so, three years ago, I started to think to buy a pack of my own, at least to pay her back. 

So, I was walking from my usual hang out spot to the trusted tabaconist when, right in front of an elementary school, what I found? A beautiful 10 euro bill, waiting for my on the pavement. Basically yeah, my first pack was paid with some random money found on the ground, like as the Universe was telling me "Go, buy a pack of cigarettes, start smoking seriously" and I find it very funny how damn lucky I am some times.

Isn't it ironic how most of the things in my life happend so randomly, most time out of sheer luck?