Well well… I’m a smoker.
I know I’ll die so, I think: why should I stop doing the things I like? (yeah, like smoking) Is it wrong to chose the cause of my death? Is this demand greedy?
Do you non-smokers know the pleasure that nicotine causes? Do you non-smokers know how good it feels to have it all over your body as your blood flows through your veins?
NO! DAMMIT! you don’t fucking know!
I do. I recently restarted the vice, but I just quit. Again.
Damn thing gives me bad breath. Yellow teeth and rotting lungs I don’t give a shit, but bad breath is just gross.
So I quit. Again.
That’s what toothpaste is for.
Oh, and soon there’ll be artificial lungs… and I’ll be bionic yayaya!
I smoked in high school, quit when I hit university… so I get the whole “mmmm, every vein and artery in my body is finally at peace again” thing. I really, really do.
Which is sort of why I get so pissed off at certain smokers for being asses about the habit… what with the whole secondhand smoke thing. If I am going to die from inhaling smoke, I am at least going to get the happy feelings that go with it, damnit. *L*
Wow. Knowing a few friends…I can already imagine the following scene at the local Wawa (a convenience store)
Man:…and a pack of cigarretes.
Clerk: sure, which ones?
Man: I already have the heart surgery pack, how about the one with the baby?
Clerk: That will be $3.00 (or whatever they cost)