I've smoked for about two years now, and absolutely enjoy it, especially when reading Camus or Bukowski with a beer; it seems tobacco has been applied from a working class stereotype to an intellectual one. But it'd be difficult to flip through fine literature with clubbed fingers as it would be to operate a hammer; lung disease or shoddy blood circulation don't bother me, but symptoms of emphysema do. So I'll probably try to quit, since those moments of contemplation with a fag (!) are settled with thoughts of my own mortality, which are pretty redundant when I write so pretentiously and expect somebody to come over and beat me up for it.
Any other smokers around? Do you apologize for your habit? Are you afraid of death? If not, will there be fags in Heaven?
Any other smokers around? Do you apologize for your habit? Are you afraid of death? If not, will there be fags in Heaven?











). Congratulations for not giving in to those tobacconists trying to force their drug upon us all.