Jan 19, 2008 12:39
recessed filters
The worst thing about smoking, worse than the bad breath,
or the wasted money, or even the cancer, is the fact that you
really shouldn’t be doing it. I mean really, honestly and truly
shouldn’t be doing that sort of thing to yourself.
It’s a bit like walking on nails for fun.
When I was four the doctors told my dad that if he didn’t
quit smoking I would die. I just wouldn’t be able to breathe
anymore, or something like that. Smoking was one of the
few things he had in common with his dad and one of the
few things he really liked to do.
He quit cold turkey.
Now I smoke.
I’m always worried that dad will find out and be
disappointed in me. He’ll walk up to me on the street and
see me smoking and our friendship will be over. Sometimes
I tell myself that if I get cancer I can blame it on him.
Wouldn’t that make him feel like shit?