Thank You For Smoking

WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!

Cigarette smoking is injurious to health.

Everyone  knows that .

Well, if you didn't, You know it now.

But smokers are those rare breed of human beings who do something, even though they know that it will kill them, because they love doing it, they are addicted to it. They love their cigarettes even though they know that it will kill them one day. They will go any distance to get it.Once they have it, they will keep it safe. Safe from water, dirt and assholes.

They will share it with their best friends. Sometimes they share it with strangers too .

They will share their  moments of sadness, joy and solitude in the company of cigarettes.

One wise man once said (something that I totally disagree with) 

“Cigarettes are like Mistress, Men caress them, They kiss them. But when they don't satisfy you any more

, they get crushed down under men’s feet. Then of course the man will bring another to his lips."

I don't understand why the society has made villains out of Smokers. They talk as if a non smoker is gonna live forever.  

What do you think??! That the people who smoke can't read. They can, Alexander Dumbass. Every smoker knows that smoking will kill them, eventually. Its written on every cigarette packet in fucking bold alphabets.

Smokers will smoke. They will smoke even if it is banned. And they know that it will kill them. But they don't care, they don't fucking care about that. They are not afraid of dying. 

Every true smoker in this world smokes because there is something in his life, A PROBLEM, that is killing him from the inside. Something that is even more fatal than these fucking cigarettes. Only difference being that this thing doesn't has TAR in it. The smoker will rather die with a cigarette, than submit himself before this problem.

Smoke On.

"Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It's not the tobacco we're after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.” 

Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker