Blaze Up
All the greatest poets smoked.
"My wife and I have found formerly much-loved pubs all but empty or, worse, filled with middle-class eight-year-olds sitting on the bar stools, slurping J2O through straws and giving their views on global warming in the high-pitched tones of Fulham or Hampstead."
"My wife and I have found formerly much-loved pubs all but empty or, worse, filled with middle-class eight-year-olds sitting on the bar stools, slurping J2O through straws and giving their views on global warming in the high-pitched tones of Fulham or Hampstead."
Brilliant observation to say the least.
My last attempt to enjoy a few freedoms and indulge in a few vices was at the Midway Tap. Motorcycles out front, bartender with enormous cosmetic surgeries, and a horrible band. All the makings of some good thought-provoking conversation. I was led out back to a burn barrel where everyone circled and never uttered a word and smoked. They were just mad at the world and didn't have much to say.
I would suggest that the ability to enjoy such simple freedoms as smoking and drinking in a bar without legal harassment actually help create the great literature and ideas that the world has to offer. As I look at the best-seller lists with dismay, I think I've proven my point.
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