I am writing this post because I just don't get it.
When you smoke, your whole existence begins to reek of this list of five hundred and ninety nine chemicals. You might stop noticing it after a while, but it's still there, and it smells much worse than that over perfumed old lady you sat next to on the bus last week.
It might not be such a big deal in countries where temperatures don't get too extreme, but smoking outside when it's -30˚c or 30˚c is not my idea of a good time.
I can barely afford to exist, and I could never picture myself purchasing a box of prepackaged cancer sticks as opposed to that flash/lens/reflector/camera/software/anything i've been wanting for so long. I'd cry with my cats if I ever calculated the amount of money i'd have wasted on even a year of smoking. I buy a box of Kraft Dinner and I die at the sight of coins coming out of my wallet and into the cash, but I'm comforted by the idea that I'll be enjoying the most delightful shit on the universe within the next half hour, not that i'll be inhaling this bullshit and that i'll likely be coughing up a lung within the next half of the remainder of my life.
