Can you see that smoke oozing out of your mouth?
I can. And I can smell it too. I can even smell the inside
of your mouth and can safely say it smells like a pit. Like a pit that has been
used by roadside dogs that eat rotten bones because we only give fresh chapati
to cows. More on that later.
I can also read the junk that has filled your mind. You’ve
tried to quit, I know. You’ve promised many that you will quit. You’ve tried
the patch/chewing gum/distraction therapy. But what to do, your life is so
stressful that only a bud can light up your life. You’ve not tried hard enough,
really, you haven’t.
Your mother/sister/wife/girl friend has been after your life
since the day you took a drag the first time. You think you looked cool back
then. You know how you look now? Like 10 years older than you ought to. You
know how you will look in 10 years? Like a 50 year old.
Now, I’m all for older men. But not who have aged before
they should have. You run 10 miles a day and that justifies your intention to
kill yourself slowly. Stop kidding yourself. You know about the diseases that
are waiting for you with open arms, don’t you? You know about the girl who wouldn’t
bother to seal ‘it’ with a kiss because of the awfulness that fills your mouth?
And don’t even get me started about the environmental damage that this puff is
causing, leave alone the passive threat you are to me and my healthy cells.
I tell you today, it’s now or never. Kick that butt, will
you?
