Dear smokers, I hate you. Yes, I know hate is a strong word, but I do. I smell it... it burns my nostrils... it gives me migraines... it is poison. If I walked past you pausing long enough to shove my ass in your face and fart, I bet you'd be pissed - and that won't even hurt you. Do you get it?
I'm tired of smelling the cigarette hanging out the window of the car in front of me. What makes you think I'll be okay with needing to walk through the cancer cloud to get back into my building after lunch? I have watched it give two people (my parents) I loved very much terrible terrible problems. I hate it. I hate you for trying to force it upon me.