Smoking

Yo, what up. Ok lets get some stuff straight. I am not straight edge in the least bit, just drug free. Straight edge is such a loosely used term now for people who dont do drygs. Just because i dont do drugs doesnt mean i am straight edge. Straight edge, for those who dont know is where a person chooses not to reach a high using other substances. These substances include drugs, alcohol, caffeine, and even girls. This doesnt hold true for most people and i dont think anyone follows the "complete" straight edge lifestyle. Straight edge in itself, being straight edge is pretty cool. Its when straight edge is taken into a life style and straight egde pride and all that bullshit is when it is annoying. The whole sXe(straight edge for short) started way back with the old school punk and hardcore shows. Alot of these shows were held at over 21 clubs and bars but younger kids wanted to get in to see their favorite band. The club owners designed a method in which the kids would be marked with X's on their hands to show they were underage. Now bar tenders could not sell them drinks and sXe was born. I used to feel good cuz alot of my friends were drug free and i could feel safe when my non drug free friends were around. "at least hes here and doesnt smoke" is what i would say to myself. This was all good last year, but by this year about 90% smoke either weed or cigarettes so i dont feel that comfort of "oh hes here so its ok, were in it together." Now, often i am put back on the importance scale with cigarettes coming in first, and eddie a close second. Its fucked up. When i go out to eat i have to wait for my friends to finish their cigarettes cuz i dont wanna stand there with them. I dont like it, but theres really nothing i can do about it. I think my hate for cigarettes came as early as when i was 4. My mom smokes like mad, i think a hardcore smoker would look at my mom and be like "holy shit she smokes to much", and this would be a hardcore smoker were talking about! So anyway when i was 4 i took my moms carton of cigarettes and waddled my smelly little butt all the way to the bookcase and tried to hide them. I was a little kid so i thought this would get my mom to quit. Obviously my mom was touched, but it didnt do shit to help her quit. So years went by and i grew up to be a teen. By this time cigarettes were and are my most hated thing about human life. The government helps put out something that is addicting and kills. I HATE smokng also because i go to school smelling like smoke sometimes so it pisses me off. By 1999, i learned that it could happen to anyone. My grandfather, the one person i looked up to the most in my life, was diagnosed with lung cancer. This was a shock and a heart break to everyone in our family. My grandfather was the coolest, kindest, stringest person i knew. He was so strong and it broke my heart to see him weak and defenseless like he was now. The months of chemotherapy had taken its toll on him. This went on for about a year until 2000 when i was outside my house skating.(THE NEXT PART IS A LITTLE DETAILED AND SAD SO IF YOURE A PERSON WHO GETS NIGHTMARES OR CRIES EASILY I SUGGEST NOT READING ON AND THANX FOR READING ANYWAY PEACE) My mom ran out and told me to come with her. She looked super nervous and i was confused cuz i had no idea what was going on. So she took the car while i ran up to the house to lock up the house and do whatever. I left my board at home cuz i couldnt think straight, and i dont think ive ever ran so fast. My grandpa lived like 5 blocks away from us. So when i got there mom was on the floor trying to recessitate grandpa. My grandpas name was eddie also. I glanced inside the room and saw a spot of blood that had seeped into the carpet. My dad was pacing back and forth saying "come on ed, wake up ed", like a nervous type thing to get my gradpa to come back. Things were looking like shit. The police arrived and i was hoping they wouldnt do the shock things inside the house cuz i think if i saw that i woulda freaked. So they took him out on the stretcher into the ambulance while i was pacing back and forth talking to myself saying "please let him come back." I noticed how much i really loved my grandpa but by this time it was too late to really enjoy him i guess you could say. They took him to the hospital and that was it. When grandma came through the door she was crying so i knew that was it. We dont even know exactly how he died This is what i think. When he was found in the house, were not sure for how long he was there laying like this. He was laying face down with his face to the carpet. The doctor mentioned something about a blood clot shooting to his brain and knocking him unconscious. So i think he was sitting on his bed while the blood clot shot up and landed on his face. I suppose he broke his nose because there were blood spots on the carpet. So i dunno if youre even reading this anymore but if you are just remember my grandpa wasnt even a heavy smoker and this is what happened. Dont throw your life away just to be cool, or feel good for a few minutes. My grandpa wasted years of his life smoking, and died way before he had to. Just be careful and remeber it can happen to you. Thanx so much for reading.


	Eddospage \| Mullets \| Skateboarding \| Shyness \| Girls \| Making Eddospage \| Music \| Computers \| Smoking \| --Type Title Here-- \| Emo \| Relationships \| Faith/Love \| Life Smoking Yo, what up. Ok lets get some stuff straight. I am not straight edge in the least bit, just drug free. Straight edge is such a loosely used term now for people who dont do drygs. Just because i dont do drugs doesnt mean i am straight edge. Straight edge, for those who dont know is where a person chooses not to reach a high using other substances. These substances include drugs, alcohol, caffeine, and even girls. This doesnt hold true for most people and i dont think anyone follows the "complete" straight edge lifestyle. Straight edge in itself, being straight edge is pretty cool. Its when straight edge is taken into a life style and straight egde pride and all that bullshit is when it is annoying. The whole sXe(straight edge for short) started way back with the old school punk and hardcore shows. Alot of these shows were held at over 21 clubs and bars but younger kids wanted to get in to see their favorite band. The club owners designed a method in which the kids would be marked with X's on their hands to show they were underage. Now bar tenders could not sell them drinks and sXe was born. I used to feel good cuz alot of my friends were drug free and i could feel safe when my non drug free friends were around. "at least hes here and doesnt smoke" is what i would say to myself. This was all good last year, but by this year about 90% smoke either weed or cigarettes so i dont feel that comfort of "oh hes here so its ok, were in it together." Now, often i am put back on the importance scale with cigarettes coming in first, and eddie a close second. Its fucked up. When i go out to eat i have to wait for my friends to finish their cigarettes cuz i dont wanna stand there with them. I dont like it, but theres really nothing i can do about it. I think my hate for cigarettes came as early as when i was 4. My mom smokes like mad, i think a hardcore smoker would look at my mom and be like "holy shit she smokes to much", and this would be a hardcore smoker were talking about! So anyway when i was 4 i took my moms carton of cigarettes and waddled my smelly little butt all the way to the bookcase and tried to hide them. I was a little kid so i thought this would get my mom to quit. Obviously my mom was touched, but it didnt do shit to help her quit. So years went by and i grew up to be a teen. By this time cigarettes were and are my most hated thing about human life. The government helps put out something that is addicting and kills. I HATE smokng also because i go to school smelling like smoke sometimes so it pisses me off. By 1999, i learned that it could happen to anyone. My grandfather, the one person i looked up to the most in my life, was diagnosed with lung cancer. This was a shock and a heart break to everyone in our family. My grandfather was the coolest, kindest, stringest person i knew. He was so strong and it broke my heart to see him weak and defenseless like he was now. The months of chemotherapy had taken its toll on him. This went on for about a year until 2000 when i was outside my house skating.(THE NEXT PART IS A LITTLE DETAILED AND SAD SO IF YOURE A PERSON WHO GETS NIGHTMARES OR CRIES EASILY I SUGGEST NOT READING ON AND THANX FOR READING ANYWAY PEACE) My mom ran out and told me to come with her. She looked super nervous and i was confused cuz i had no idea what was going on. So she took the car while i ran up to the house to lock up the house and do whatever. I left my board at home cuz i couldnt think straight, and i dont think ive ever ran so fast. My grandpa lived like 5 blocks away from us. So when i got there mom was on the floor trying to recessitate grandpa. My grandpas name was eddie also. I glanced inside the room and saw a spot of blood that had seeped into the carpet. My dad was pacing back and forth saying "come on ed, wake up ed", like a nervous type thing to get my gradpa to come back. Things were looking like shit. The police arrived and i was hoping they wouldnt do the shock things inside the house cuz i think if i saw that i woulda freaked. So they took him out on the stretcher into the ambulance while i was pacing back and forth talking to myself saying "please let him come back." I noticed how much i really loved my grandpa but by this time it was too late to really enjoy him i guess you could say. They took him to the hospital and that was it. When grandma came through the door she was crying so i knew that was it. We dont even know exactly how he died This is what i think. When he was found in the house, were not sure for how long he was there laying like this. He was laying face down with his face to the carpet. The doctor mentioned something about a blood clot shooting to his brain and knocking him unconscious. So i think he was sitting on his bed while the blood clot shot up and landed on his face. I suppose he broke his nose because there were blood spots on the carpet. So i dunno if youre even reading this anymore but if you are just remember my grandpa wasnt even a heavy smoker and this is what happened. Dont throw your life away just to be cool, or feel good for a few minutes. My grandpa wasted years of his life smoking, and died way before he had to. Just be careful and remeber it can happen to you. Thanx so much for reading.