Some years back, when my sister and her friend were chilling in our back yard, my dad caught them with a pack of cigarette. I think my sister and her friend were around 14 yrs old at the time. When my dad questioned them, the friend said the cigarettes didn’t belong to them, it belonged to her brother, Iz. When he asked, well then why wasn’t the cigarettes with Iz, she responded, “Because Iz doesn’t have pockets in his pants.”