This is a message for those rude-A mothas online who hinted I played a role in convincing my mother to start smoking again. I never smoked around my mother over the past month, and I never asked her if she wants a cig.
She came to me and asked me for a pack of cigs. I gave her the pack because if I didn't, she would've gotten outraged and beat the living crap out of me like in my lil boy days.
And I understand how it feels to be a smoker. We know nobody lives forever, right? And we know she wouldn't live forever if she never smoked again, right? So what's the freakin big deal about her smoking again? She's lucky to be alive period since a bullet in the air could've killed her at anytime in the streets years ago.
I am not gonna quit smoking for the sake of my mother. The best I did was not smoke around her. I'm gonna enjoy life to the fullest. In a town like Chicago, she should be more worried about someone trying to take advantage of her, or someone threatening her with a gun.
It's not the end of the world if someone smokes again. A lotta former smokers light up cigs/cigars again. I'd rather see her smoke cigs than J's anyway for her sake of not living in a JAIL for the rest of her life!