All I know is if you like to get high, and you smoke cigarettes... before you know it...
You'll be panting when you perform some really difficult task or other - you know, like walking up eight or ten stairs? But who cares.
You'll cough more in a good day than someone with the flu does the entire time that they're sick. But who cares.
Food won't taste all that great. But who cares.
You'll smell like an ash tray. But who cares.
Your skin will age about 13.5 years for every ten years of actual time. But who cares.
You know you'll probably die young - and badly. But who cares.
Yeah, who cares... Here's something to care about:
One of these days, sooner or later, you'll be hanging out with a few friends, and someone will pull out some wicked good stuff, there, pack a bowl... and IF you can even manage to hit the thing, while everyone else is laughing and having a good time... You'll be wishing your lungs still worked well enough for you to manage to get a halfway decent buzz.
I'm not going to tell you to quit. I'm not your daddy, and I'm definitely not your momma. But I'll tell you what, I sure wish that I had done so 30 years ago.
You'll be panting when you perform some really difficult task or other - you know, like walking up eight or ten stairs? But who cares.
You'll cough more in a good day than someone with the flu does the entire time that they're sick. But who cares.
Food won't taste all that great. But who cares.
You'll smell like an ash tray. But who cares.
Your skin will age about 13.5 years for every ten years of actual time. But who cares.
You know you'll probably die young - and badly. But who cares.
Yeah, who cares... Here's something to care about:
One of these days, sooner or later, you'll be hanging out with a few friends, and someone will pull out some wicked good stuff, there, pack a bowl... and IF you can even manage to hit the thing, while everyone else is laughing and having a good time... You'll be wishing your lungs still worked well enough for you to manage to get a halfway decent buzz.
I'm not going to tell you to quit. I'm not your daddy, and I'm definitely not your momma. But I'll tell you what, I sure wish that I had done so 30 years ago.