When I was about 13, I used to cut school often. A friend and I hung out at Pier 45 (San Francisco, near Pier 39). Once there were French Navy ships docked there. We went on board and into the bar. They don't care how old you are. They bought us drinks and gave us tons of packs of French cigarettes (I don't smoke now) those were the strongest freakin' cigarettes I've ever had. We spend the whole day in the bar of a French Navy ship with a bunch of rowdy french sailors!