Upon watching public service announcement about the deaths related to tobacco use,
I begin to weep.
My father walks by, nearly teary-eyed, already having seen the announcement..
"I feel so sorry for her (a young woman singing about the tobacco-use-related death of her father). I cried the first time I saw that commercial."
"Dad, you could've been one in eighteen (that dies everyday of tobacco usage); you know that, right?"
"I know."
There was a brief pause, where we both collected our thoughts.
"You can't act like you are going to live forever—"
Angrily, "You keep counting me out. I don't like it. You can't keep doing that!"
He storms, quietly out of the room.
Then I finish my statement, "—You've got to live in the moment."
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