I'm an apparent
Mormon. I've never smoked,
drank, or done any kind of
synthetic neurotransmitter/
facilitator/stimulant
stronger than
caffeine. I
know people who
smoke. I'm even
friends with a few of them. I have
little trouble with
smokers, or what they do.
My beef is with the people that make cigarettes. Oh, sure, you claim they're not addictive. I don't care about that. What I do care about is the smell.
All it takes is one. After that, the old, stale smell has permeated into everything, making it a house of memory; old subways with odd memories of my grandparents, the skin on their hands smooth, wrinkly, always contrasting.
If they make a cigarette that's odorless, and no impediment to respiration...