Apologies to Non-Smoking Friends
Apr. 25th, 2008 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenMy apologies go out to all the people I've known over the years when I was a smoker. I knew that the stench was there, sometimes it was seriously tangible - the Pigpen Cloud, as it were, whenever I entered a room.
The guy next to me - albeit a nice seeming person - still smells of cigarette-overlaid Brut 33. To my right is a woman standing wearing what could be White Shoulders, with a new, thick layer of cigarette. And behind me is a tall twink who must have emptied a Dolce & Gabana sample vial onto his head just before chain smoking his last 3 cancer sticks saying, "That's it! I'm done! No more cigarettes for me!" as he flicked the leftover butt missing the outside mirror of this bus.
Somewhere in this cigarette-stenching hoard was me just a short 2.5 years ago (and once in a while even still). I remember this feeling sometimes when I feel like smoking and consider others who have to deal with the smell the cigarette rather than the Essence of Steve.
The guy next to me - albeit a nice seeming person - still smells of cigarette-overlaid Brut 33. To my right is a woman standing wearing what could be White Shoulders, with a new, thick layer of cigarette. And behind me is a tall twink who must have emptied a Dolce & Gabana sample vial onto his head just before chain smoking his last 3 cancer sticks saying, "That's it! I'm done! No more cigarettes for me!" as he flicked the leftover butt missing the outside mirror of this bus.
Somewhere in this cigarette-stenching hoard was me just a short 2.5 years ago (and once in a while even still). I remember this feeling sometimes when I feel like smoking and consider others who have to deal with the smell the cigarette rather than the Essence of Steve.
