NO Smoking (Unfinished like everything else)

11 November 2007

Nobody ever said smoking was good for anyone, I'm not saying its healthy, no one is. Even if it was healthy we would be liars if we said we smoked for medicinal reasons, its goddamn poisoning but we dont care. Perhaps not caring is part of the lifestyle, part of this commercial non-conformity (ah, the irony) we take part in. It is slow suicide, we know, we dont care. Maybe we know, we do care but that simply is the point, we want the slow suicide.

No Smoking signs used to crack me up as a kid, a constant reminder to my father, or uncle, or grandfather, that he cant smoke there. Now they pose as a challenge, like they tell you not to but you know it wont stop you. Like the whole "No Smoking Campus" thing, I simply smoke my lungs out until SSBs want my blood, or I vomit blood, whichever comes first.

So here I am, trying to give excuses for my vices, and I'm doing it in a foreign language. Yes, it is pathetic. But what is more pathetic is that I leave this unfinished, like about three-quarters of the population of my works, geez, got to go for a smoke.