When I was a kid, I just thought cancer was the family beast. One day it showed, and it ate you. And if you have ever watched someone die of cancer, you know that is exactly what it does do. Eat you like a monster eats. Till you are nothing but a wasted stick underneath too clean too white too sterile hospital sheets. And then you are nothing at all.
So I thought, Screw that. I am going to live, I am not going to be miserable, and I am going to do whatever the hell I want, because those people, those people lived every day by rules that just killed them a piece at a time till the monster came.
And then they let it eat them.
I smoke. I drink. I curse. I laugh. I dance. The monster may come. But I live.
I am an unapologetic smoker. I do not pretend I am quitting, or say someday I plan to quit to assuage people who do not smoke and think I should not smoke too in a society that has made it politically correct to roast or accost or berate smokers you do not even know anywhere you want any time you feel like it.
I got a big lecture today though on another blog. That is Bryan. I do not know Bryan. I was coasting around the wordpress sphere reading other blogs one night when I read his piece The Determined Ones and responded. In general his posts are pretty funny. He is a good writer. About as foreign to me in life style as a Quaker. It is I suppose nice of him to care.
I better warn you here though, the first person who takes this post as permission to lecture me about smoking or berrate or accost me for smoking, well that comment is going straight into the ether.
I am an unapologetic deleter too.