Hello! How are you? I am not fine, but hope the best for you. Ah! I forgot to tell you who I am. Well, my name is ‘Anonymous’. I am in my early youth. I smoke. I am addicted. I am not ashamed of it. And that’s sad. Really sad.
It’s been a while since me and my pals started smoking, the four of us. We smoke together even now, but only three of us. The fourth one is out of station. He just discovered he had lung cancer. Doc said it was due to smoking. His parents were freaked out. Father is approaching his retirement age, poor old man. He kept blaming himself, saying that he passed the habit to his son. We, however knew, that our friend used to smoke only because he found it cool. It was sad. Really sad.http://thehungover.tumblr.com/post/25506936877/smokersapology?fb_action_ids=10150978809637767&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=timeline_og
- I still hear stories from people where they talk about people smoking because it looks, sounds, feels or whatever, ‘cool’. Dafuk? What is cool in that? A guy sucking on to a small little stick full of dry grass is cool? I don’t think so. A guy who necessarily needs a cigarette after work or class aint cool man. Certainly not. A man who can’t run a cross-country lap, and every time he tries to do so, ends up panting and asking for a cigarette, he aint no cool. A guy who needs a puff every time he is frustrated, who needs a puff every time he is under pressure, that bitch aint cool man. A person who can’t make whiskey wet his throat without a smoke? Chuck the cool, he ain’t no fucking man, man. A guy who depends on cigarettes to handle difficult situations of his life, he looks cool? Not to me. Trading currency with rolled crushed leaves in paper, just to burn and suck on it and make yourself vulnerable to shitload of diseases aint cool. We are scared every time we smoke, scared that no one sees us, no one finds out, specially our parents. We are paranoid, is that cool? No, it’s not. That, my friend, is sad.