Non-Smokers Die Everyday. Sleep Tight.
So I’m still smoking (blaa blaa WHATEVER). What can I say? I’m a man who indulges in his passions. Unfortunately, a line has been drawn in the sand, and I have lost major ground in a war I’ve been winning for years.
(Alright boys, this is it. Over the hill!)
2 days ago there came a gentle rapping, rapping at my chamber door. It was a neighbor, telling me that the cigarette smoke from my balcony was curling, curling through her upper porch door.
Quoth the neighbor, “Nevermore.”
