Life will kill, eventually. Christopher Reeve's wife never smoked and she died of lung cancer. With all the crap in the things we eat and the things we drink, check out what's in the air we breath, why worry. My grandfather smoked 2 or 3 packs of cigarettes a day for 45 years. Not a drop of cancer. I am not advocating going out and using heroine or meth or something stupid like that, but cigars, liquor... why waste your time worrying about it? Throw me a piece of red meat on the grill, fire me up a stick, and pour myself a nice glass of something and enjoy what time God sees fit to give me.

I will leave the worrying to the people that have yet to learn how to enjoy life!