It is hard to watch outside doorways the cigarette smoke being dragged through someone's lungs and blown out into an oncoming pedestrians face without feeling a desperate pull inside the pit of your stomach. You want to walk up to them and say I don't think you really have any idea what you are doing. I don't think you really get it because I didn't, but for crying out loud it's not worth the risk of finding out. To me quitting is easier than cancer - simple. No excuses. Word.
Anyway I didn't intend my reflection to turn into a lecture but there you go.