His concern for my crying eyes made me a bit happy but I am not a smoker.
That time, I used my bare hands to wipe away my tears that had halted for a moment. I then looked at him.
"Don't you know smokers tend to die Young?"
"I am 32 and still kicking," he responded with a smile on his face.
He continued, "Don't you think a smoke in exchange for a moment of happiness is better than spending the night at a bar drinking alcohol?
"Smoking might be bad for you but it is still better than gambling your liver in exchange for a bottle of alcohol."
I could not help but laugh a bit when I heard his logic before giving him a reply.
"So what you are trying to say is that losing your lungs is better than losing a liver?"
I could see his eyes rolling upward as he tried to process my question. after a small moment, he pulled the cigar from my face and started smoking it.
