I've always told myself I'll never buy cigarettes, and I've stuck to that. Do I bum from friends? Occasionally, every few months. But I tell myself it's ok because I smoke them like cigars, with that half-inhale cheek puffing. The smoke burns my nostrils and makes my eyes water. As I release it from my mouth, I wonder about it's strange appeal. But on some level, it tastes good...it feels good...
Then I come to work and listen to Ms. Mae cough. Deep, phlegmy coughs...medically termed "productive". Sometimes she coughs so much that she goes out to smoke so it will stop. Her aunt died of emphysema last month, and she's well aware of the foreshadowing symptoms. She keeps switching to Lights...buying patches...gum...but a week later she's back to taking smoke breaks every hour.
Not buying cigarettes is like stopping at third base. How great a difference does it make?
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