He owns your soul and he's putting his cigarettes out on you, your basically a cigarette pincushion, sorry love. FUN FACT: My uncle (Poor bastard's dead, rest in all your crimes unc), grew weed behind my grandparents house, it was so high it was taller than my grandparents, but my grandparents didn't know what it was, and they were just glad he had a hobby, my uncle didn't sell it, he just smoked it, i'm 24 now and I still think about that.