Hi. My name is Albert. My friends call me Al. You can call me Al if you like. I want to tell you about a problem I have. It is not a big problem, but it is not a small problem, either. I guess it's somewhere between big and small. I have a best friend. His name is Joe, but everybody calls him Joey. Joey and I have been friends for a long time. That's the problem. Joey likes to smoke. He says he does not, but I know he does. He tries to hide it from me, but I see him do it sometimes. When I see him do it, he just laughs and walks away. Now, Joey smokes every day. When he comes over to my house, he always brings cigarettes with him. He keeps them in his pocket. He thinks they are cool. He does not think it's a bad idea to smoke. He says, "don't worry, Al. I'm okay." He tells me that I don't understand, but I think I do. I feel like it's his right to smoke. He can do what he wants to do, right? But I cannot help worrying. He's my best friend.