Wednesday, September 14, 2011

curse you, cigarettes.

when I see someone smoking a cigarette, I want to walk up and position myself directly in front of them. Then in a non-sarcastic or "I'm better than you way," I want to say, "Really? You haven't heard? Man. A few years ago they found out that those kill people."

I feel like I owe it to them to pass on the news. Like, maybe they've heard but just didn't believe it. Or maybe they heard and feel like they have lungs of steel so can continue living in smoke without worry.

cool hipster musicians and middle-aged men who really do want to quit and insecure 16 year-olds and wrinkly voice-hoarse grandmas: I love them all and want their bodies to live as long as possible. We all only get a couple years on earth as it is.