People ask me why I smoke cigarettes.

Why not?

Because it can kill you?

And?

We live once.

That's not an excuse to be stupid and reckless.

I'm already stupid and reckless I don't need an excuse.

But when I exhale it feels like the demons leave my body.

Even for a little while.

The taste of tabacco on my lips, the smell on my hands and hair.

Most people are revolted by it.

How I see that is the people who stay away are the people who should never be there in the first place.

The real ones who love me tell me to just change my shirt or something other.

I have many reasons why I smoke.

The main one is it's just the classy way of dying don't you think?