I'm an apparent Mormon. I've never smoked, drank, or done any kind of synthetic neurotransmitter/facilitator/stimulant stronger than caffeine. I know people who smoke. I'm even friends with a few of them. I have little trouble with smokers, or what they do.

My beef is with the people that make cigarettes. Oh, sure, you claim they're not addictive. I don't care about that. What I do care about is the smell.

All it takes is one. After that, the old, stale smell has permeated into everything, making it a house of memory; old subways with odd memories of my grandparents, the skin on their hands smooth, wrinkly, always contrasting.

If they make a cigarette that's odorless, and no impediment to respiration...