Where there’s smoke…
Okay, I smoke. Cover me with honey and strap me naked to an ant hill. Smoking is evil, I know. It causes cancer. It corrupts young people and leads them to harder drugs. Smoking was probably the cause of the mass extinction of the species 250 million years ago. We smokers ought to be bound to a rocket and fired right out of the solar system.
Yet, I've always considered myself a kinder, gentler smoker. I almost never bellyache about my rights to light up. When smoking was banned in restaurants, I didn't utter a single complaint. When it was banned in bars, I grumbled a little, but quietly. Under my breath.
I smoke almost exclusively outdoors and never, ever around children or old people. And I'm absolutely certain I've never smoked while pregnant.
