I was outside for a moment after lunch today, enjoying the cool sun, and drawing off of my cigarette. A societal derilict sauntered by, asking me if I had a spare smoke for him.
Just a week or two ago, I would have given him the look, you know, the one that clearly demonstrates how annoyed I am with him and his pathetic request, even though I am going to give in.
Of course, that was also before a pack of cancer sticks went to $5.85.
At 30 cents a piece, these little rods of smoldering leaves are getting too damn expensive to hand out anymore. I don't care how bad someone else needs to appease their nic fit...it won't be half as bad as when I run out and only have a five dollar bill on me.
Those are the times when you recount every gift, every premature stamp-out, every wasted puff over the pack that you just exhausted.
I watched most of an interview this evening...with Mayor Bloomberg, the CEO of New York City. He is actually a damn interesting person, even if he is imposing his beliefs on my personal addiction.
While most definitely not a politician, he does have some interesting ideas, and seems to be a real straight shooter. He told Charlie Rose that he didn't think people should smoke so much, and by raising the prices, he will reduce that. The part of me that would get pissed off by his gall admires the fact that he says what he thinks. So how pissed off can I get?
The one downside, though, is that he is singlehandedly making the smokers of New York City even bigger assholes...not only are we killing everyone with our secondhand smoke, but we're selfish, too. Just wait till cigs go to $7.50...and yes, if he get's his way, they will.
Then again, he just saved me another $300 a year when I finally quit, and I know that day is coming very quickly...and not because of the money.
I just hope he holds off on "saving" me anything more...because, until I actually quit, it's killing me.
:::::posted by erratic :: 08-something PM EST linky
Wednesday, April 3, 2002
:::::posted by erratic :: 06-something PM EST linky