04-07-2004, 02:12 PM
Crying is a waste of time and energy. Besides, I no longer have tear ducts...
Anyhoo, learn just one thing. Put the smokes down. Quit now. Smoking is not worth it. I have smoked since I was a kid, at least since the age of seven or so. I chainsmoked cigars, smoked a pipe, at times went through 5 or 6 packs a day. God only knows how much I spent on smokes over the years. But I know how much living has cost me. Living through the cancer and the surgery and the care and the medications and all the other little nickle and dime stuff cost me over $800,000.00. That is not a typo. Eight Hundred Grand. Or so. Upcoming jaw alignment is going to cost around 70 to 80 thousand when everything is said and done.
Still think you can afford to smoke? And don't think it wont happen to you... I used to think it would never happen to me.
Anyhoo, learn just one thing. Put the smokes down. Quit now. Smoking is not worth it. I have smoked since I was a kid, at least since the age of seven or so. I chainsmoked cigars, smoked a pipe, at times went through 5 or 6 packs a day. God only knows how much I spent on smokes over the years. But I know how much living has cost me. Living through the cancer and the surgery and the care and the medications and all the other little nickle and dime stuff cost me over $800,000.00. That is not a typo. Eight Hundred Grand. Or so. Upcoming jaw alignment is going to cost around 70 to 80 thousand when everything is said and done.
Still think you can afford to smoke? And don't think it wont happen to you... I used to think it would never happen to me.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."