Life As A Smoker

Sometimes it feels hard to smoke when people look at you disrecpecting just because they don't like what we do (smoking). But I think they are just unimportant pile of junk that we don't need to think about. I just think that if we respect another, the other will respect us too.

Well, maybe they just don't like the smell of our smoke. But it's alright, we can blow the smoke away from them. But if they still whispering behind us, they are our true enemy. let's hope that this kind of people will perish from earth.