another stripping of personal freedom

Remember the days of yesteryear, when we could dine on coffee AND cigarettes in the same fucking place?! Now, you must understand, I hail from a province where smoking in public used to be far from a crime and, yes, accepted! Believe it. I am telling the truth. But recently in my particular province, smoking has since been banned for the sake of the non-smokers that refuse to dine in non-smoking establishments for health concerns or what the fuck ever because smoking voters found more important things to do than vote. I consider myself lucky if I can smoke in my friends' houses, for cryin' out loud! Fuck me! No more intellectual conversation amongst coffee house ninjas like Kerouac had in the good 'ole beat days. No more late night Denny's excursions consuming unlimited mass amounts of coffee for a dollar (give or take) while, dare I say it, smoking. No more lonely nights where one can wander and find unlimited friends for an evening simply because one has bummed a smoke.

Our poor children will never know what it is like to half-smoke a fag while discussing altruistic and existentialist point of views to no avail. No more tears for for me, my friends. We will survive. In non-smoking restaraunts and malls and coffee shops and anywhere else we might make friends. We are officially outcast. In Neveada of all places. But we still have prostitution.

God bless freedom!