By raising the price of tobacco and lowering the price of pork, we will end up wrapping our cigarettes in guijillo mulch. Hamm has always had something taboo about it. to the Iberian sandwiches from the Gambara bar that modernity calls “puljitas,” … My father called it “Babilina” like the one in Jaco: because of the addictive effect and because of its cost. He baked Goxipo bread in his miracle oven and the ham, which was hotter than Paco Salazar in the Victoria’s Secret parade, showed off his fat like satin and gave glory just by looking at it.
By raising the price of tobacco and lowering the price of pork, we will end up wrapping our cigarettes in guijuillo shavings
But I came to talk about tobacco because kids don’t smoke anymore, which is a sign that they’re not that stupid. Now they use vape, which is deceptively stupid, like when I ordered Pad Thai one day at a vegetarian restaurant in Tel Aviv and they gave me a pasta-style wrap and a zucchini salad that you wouldn’t even give to monsters. Quitting smoking is the only thing I’ve done in a long time, besides starting Twitter. It happened at a wedding Melchor saez pardo I drank the meek and smoked the nonexistent, and the next day my body was so dirty and so cold inside that I decided to quit smoking in the infallible way that I will tell you below.
In order to stop smoking, you must realize that the one telling you to smoke is someone else. We have to get rid of this driving force behind tobacco, which is the belief that smoking is free, contrary to the opinion of the doctor, the government and other people. Then, one can easily realize that this is not the case because the decision to light a cigarette is made by a hidden version of oneself, a part of a person so independent that for practical purposes it forces us to smoke someone else’s. As with many things that harm us, we are not completely free in the Thomistic way, but rather make decisions independently in favor of our inclinations. Far from appearing as free from his banal obligations as the cowboy who lit a Marlboro on his horse, or like Antoinette in the horse arena at Las Ventas, one appears as a sad captive of nicotine, pitiful in traffic, at the door of work, or worse, in the hospital. All you have to do is transfer your cigarette order to someone else to make you feel like the stupidest man on earth.
And then, you’re very willing to imagine who that other person is, and you choose that political role that bothers you the most. Can you imagine if that person from the government came and told you that they’re going to raise tobacco prices, and taxes, and that they’re going to stop you from lighting a cigarette on your porch, and that cancer is going to end up killing you, and that it doesn’t matter if it’s cold or hot, or if it smells bad, or if you have a hangover or a cold, and if you don’t put fifteen or twenty of these between your chest and your back every day, they’re going to put you in jail. It is natural for a person to choose prison. You just have to find someone despicable, someone miserable who you can happily contradict. This is how you can quit smoking Pedro Sanchez.