Argh! They're doing it again, only this time while eating greasy, delicious, unhealthy french fries. Watching "The Intouchables" on Netflix.
Sigh.
Still romancing the cigarette. Not about to smoke one. Just haven't purged my emotional memory of camaraderie and relaxation that I had associated with it.
Relaxation. Yes, if I continued to smoke, I'd have a lot of relaxation in the grave, which I would meet a lot sooner than I hopefully will as a nonsmoker.
It's worth it, folks. Don't smoke. Instead of a stop at a convenience store, get fast food, if that's what it takes to satisfy some craving for comfort. Just don't put a nicotine delivery system in your mouth. That's what the corrupt, dissolute, cold-hearted tobacco moguls call cigarettes. "Delivery systems."
How do they sleep at night, knowing their sole business mission is to addict as many people as possible, all across the world, to nicotine?
At least I'm no longer funding their private mansions, swimming pools, yachts, vacations. I have moments of anger when I think of their callousness. In Asia, they target children. What kind of human being does that?
No smoking. I'm on my way to the lido deck in less than a month.