Sometimes when I reflect back on all the ciggarettes I smoked, I
feel ashamed. Then I look into the ciggarette & think about the
workers in the ciggarette factory & all of their hopes &
dreams. If I don't smoke this ciggarette, they might be out of work
& their dreams would be shattered, Then I say to myself, it's
better that I smoke this ciggarette & let their dreams come
true then be selfish & worry about my LUNGS.