I Only Drink Malt

What you might not know about smoking...You don't smoke. You don't drink alcohol. But they take you out on weekends.

Those friends. Buy meat and drinks, and you are only able to start with the chicken. You masticate with pleasure, sometimes trying to eat theirs as they proceed to lit their cigarettes. Your seat in between two, holding a gradually burning cigarette.

They draw in and release the smoke forge around the table and, sometimes, disappear into the air. They use the other hand to clear the remaining particles from their sides, and it diffuses to your side. You are busy sipping the chilled Malt and setting apart chicken laps. The chicken aroma betrays those emitting from the burning sticks. Sometimes, you laugh still; the cigarette smell and smoke keep mixing with the chicken aroma across your olfactory bulbs and windpipe.

Unconsciously, you inhale bit by bit; from the two smokers beside and from those emanating from other smokers around. Each weekend, you double the by-product of the things they already inhaled. You take in the rejected part just like someone inhaling CO2 from another who takes in air to give out a by-product. You are happy that you don't smoke nor take alcohol, But you accumulate illnesses slowly weekend by weekend.

Being a "secondhand smoker, "You die gradually. Inhaling Secondhand smoke that contains more than 7,000 chemicals. Hundreds are toxic, and about 70 can cause cancer. You don't know that secondhand smoke is as bad as he who smokes. You don't know that researchers are beginning to explain that it might even be worst than he who smokes. You don't know because it's something you take subconsciously. And when I ask, you say. I only drink Malt!