Anybody Got a Lite

My friend Ralph had a "mild heart attack" today. He's only 38. That's not heart attack age. Now I'm thinking about my own mortality at 29 and the potential of dying way too young. It has me frightened.

So what do I do?

After I hear about his cardiac episode I go out to dinner. A ribeye, baked potato with all the goop on it, and a salad. I wash it all down with caffeinated iced tea. A nice after dinner smoke and after I finish this I'm going outside for another cigarette.

It's not the food that will kill me. It's the cigarettes. I smoke too fucking many cigarettes. I know this. I know they're bad for me. They are also a necessity. Cigarettes relieve stress and anxiety.

So there is the conundrum. Health or Happiness?

For now I choose happiness, but I think I'm cutting back on my intake. I'll wean myself from the teat of the R.J. Reynold's corporation slowly, but since I'm a frugal guy who hates to see things wasted, I'll wait until this pack is gone. Waste not, want not...