Life or something like it

It is really sharp. Sharper than I anticipated. Sharper than my Chanel glasses and the manner of a new Specialist Registrar.
I went to him, sat next to him on a stool. He asked me how he was going to explain to his 9 year old daughter that daddy was going to die soon.
I told him that the key was to give her the right amount of info. To tell her that daddy wass ill and was going to get treatment that would make him feel better.
Then I came home and smoked and drank.
He had smoked 40 cigarettes a day since he was 14 years old. I smoke a fraction of that. Only because I like death as much as I like living. Or so I think.