Tuesday, October 05, 2010

They told me before that this thing called cigarette smokin' would be the death of me. Well they were right. Of course I wasn't going to believe anyone, 'cause that's just the way I am. Always having to test what everyone else says. Never taking it at face value. I just didn't want to be duped.

Now I've got this problem. I'm addicted. And I can't seem to stop smokin.

Some people say that what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. I was kind of hoping for the "make me stronger" part of that, but after the doctor's diagnosis, I guess I'll be gettin' weaker, and the lung cancer'll be gettin' stronger.

So what have I got to loose now? Worst case scenario, I'll be dead. Best case scenario I'll be hanging around like this with my personal space full of smoke, for a while longer. No body comes around me anymore. So I might as well amuse myself for the time being. Thing is, I actually enjoy smoking. So while I'm still around, I'll be damned if I give up one of the only things I can still enjoy.

Period and end of story.

And don't try to convince me otherwise. It ain't gonna work.

Writing by Regina Stemberger

Photo "I am fading among my own smoke" by HAMED MASOUMI

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