Oh, the smoker’s cough. If you have ever heard its deep, rumbling bleat, you have never enjoyed the “pleasure” of smoking that the old commercials used to espouse so powerfully. As the lungs of the smoker begin to fail over time, the body actually tries to rid itself of this nasty cocktail of deadly toxins. But of course, doing this is an incredibly difficult activity, seeing as the body of a smoker can only do so much about the tar which is coating the inside of their own lungs. When your own body is beginning to fail from the inside, it can be terribly difficult for you to do much of anything about it. And the worst part is, they typically keep on smoking, in spite of everything. It is almost a case study in personal masochism and self destruction, like some kind of rock star snorting ants or something.
Sometimes it is enough to draw out a laugh, is it not? The bitter irony that a person is paying a company for the opportunity to deny themselves the very last free thing that anybody can have in this world- an easy breath. While it might not seem that way to the young, powerful smoker who loves the cool feeling and the attractive, orally fixated look of it all, they are doing all of the work at crafting their own destruction. And what is even more often the case, whether ironically or not, is that they can hear the hoof beats of the horseman of Death coming for them coming right out of their own lungs.
Listen to that deep, labored breath, as sacs of air slowly fill up with the tar of a life time being spent indulging a habit where there is no easy way out. Listen to the feeling, however unconscious, that the discomfort they are feeling now is only the first step in the process that will ultimately be the smoker’s undoing. Listen to the glorious value that all of the cigarette coupons have bought for them. After all, smoking is the gift that keeps giving.