If smoking is a sin... then I shall languish in the smoky depths
of TobaccoLand with a sardonic smile on my face. 
I am never disciplined enough to stop... and never motivated enough
to, I guess 
The way I see it, however... *perks up with a chance to create an
excuse* we have been informed over and over again through countless
ways and mediums, that the effects of smoking are ALL negative -
for health, for the environment, and for the people around us. I
think that there's no telling when exactly is the time for us to
go. We can die at any time, any place, and for whatever reason. We
can exercise 24/7, watch what we eat, be a teetotaller and not
smoke... yet whilst on our daily jog to keep fit, we get knocked
down in a freak accident and d..i..e...
So we may have blemish-free lungs and a super-duper Energizer liver
- and then the doctor diagnoses the frequent headaches to be a
malignant tumour... 
I've known so many people who lead examplary lifestyles and yet
succumb to other things beyond their control.
So... I continue the vice. Silly, perhaps, to some - but it IS my
life, and since I don't smoke around my family (my friends are
smokers, too, so there.) I figured I will only immediately endanger
my life.
As for how I started - 'twas (not so long ago) when youth was all
about being rebellious, experiments, and being carefree with nary a
care in the world.
If smoking is a sin, that makes me a unrepentant sinner.
