I’ve burnt through so many cigarettes that my mother would be ashamed of me. And I could blame my father for leaving his 100’s by his wallet and keys, giving me the nicotine for free.
What will it cost him, though?
My lungs were becoming his lungs. It’s frightening how a vice turns into an addiction that turns into an idol that turns into malignancy.
I watched him hold a lighter. I watched him hold the cancer between his fingers.
I’m watching him turn into the ash that fills the ash tray sitting in our backyard.
It’s funny how weak one sees another when one has overcome a dependency.
Put down the matches, and give your lungs a break.