i clench my teeth in disgust when i hear a non-smoker utter such words as, "i just feel sorry for someone who is so addicted to something!" i personally feel that the world would be a much happier hellhole to reside in if everyone had a bad habit. believe me - i wish it could be an addiction to studying the art of eating with chopsticks. i'd come out looking much cooler in sushi bars, and i'd be trading smoky breath for wood breath. better yet, i wish it was an addiction to swiping husbands, then maybe i'd steal your dad away from your mom. put that in your pipe and smoke it.
so i have to use rembrandt whitening toothpaste and chew lots of minty gum. big deal. i believe that the risk of lung cancer is in my distant future if i don't quit. that reason is why i plan to stop one day. no non-smoker believes me when i say this, but i mean it. i don't care if i live a long and fruitful life but i'd rather not die from rotting lung. so with that in mental tow, please leave me alone and let me smoke until i decide to quit or die, whichever comes first. your advice to me is almost as useless as boobies on a nun.
smokers. they are generally friendlier than non-smokers. they appreciate the crutch factor. they talk to you when you want to "smoke and listen", they listen when you want to "smoke and talk" and bellow wisps of tar infested breath with every other word. they don't notice that you reek of tobacco. they always have a light you can borrow. but best of all, they don't get annoyed when you need to leave the room for a fix because they understand how it feels.
oh, and they don't care if you park your car in front of the grocery store for five minutes. why not? because they've also done it, out of desperation for a pack of cigarettes.
