Feeling a little bit of nostalgia for a bad habit
I miss smoking. There. I’ve said it. Now, I don’t miss it enough to go out and buy a $17 pack of cigarettes — which is apparently the lunatic price these days — and sit down and smoke them, but I certainly miss it enough to hope that if I’m ever on a plane that’s about to go down in a fiery ball the Bermuda Triangle, some kind soul on board will have, and agree to bum me, a square. God help me if the only combustible on offer is a vape, which won’t precisely do the trick. I don’t blame anyone who’s trying to preserve their health, however dubious the method, ...