Die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst...
So I managed to snag one last pack of cloves from a 7-11 on the east side that had no idea about the ban. They're not my Blacks (pack says Djarum Specials), but they'll do for the autumn.
I'm just so pissed. Every year since I became of legal age to smoke, I have purchased exactly ONE pack of cloves on the first day of autumn or thereabouts.This ONE pack has lasted me until spring, and frequently I've found myself left with stale cigarettes once it gets warm again. I literally only smoke in the autumn (and not even much at that) because it's a lovely treat for myself once it's gotten cooler outside. It's like drinking my favorite autumn-only seasonal wine (Witches' Brew FTW). Sometimes you just want a treat like that, even if it's not so great for you. And to completely ban flavoring just because TEH CHYDRUNZ might get ahold of flavored cigarettes? GASP. TEH UNMITIGATED HORRORZ.
Seriously, when I was in middle/high school, all the kids I knew who smoked went for whatever brand they could find. You think they cared if it was flavored? Hell no. If all they could get were Tourneys, they smoked Tourneys. If all they could get were those disgusting little (ironically named) Smoker's Choice turd-looking cigarillos, you better believe they were puffing away on Smoker's Choice. They smoked whatever they could get. There was no preference. I knew exactly one kid who would only smoke Blacks, and that was because he was trying to project an image. So this fear over a type of cigarette that seriously makes up like less than 1 percent of cigarette sales...ugh. I'm disgusted. I'm disgusted not just for the assault on personal liberty, but also because it was done solely "FOR TEH CHYDRUNZ".
You know what? Fuck TEH CHYDRUNZ. TEH CHYDRUNZ can't get into hookah bars unless someone seriously drops the ball. TEH CHYDRUNZ are going to emulate their parents' habits first and foremost, so unless their parents smoke cloves or other flavored stuff, TEH CHYDRUNZ are gonna head straight for the Camels and the Marlboros and the Newports and what-the-fuck-ever else. I'm so sick of having to babyproof the fucking world. QUIT HAVING KIDS, YOU DUMBFUCKS.
That said, I will now cease my disjointed and nonsensical ragefest, as it's bedtime. You know, the bedtime I establish for myself after having a glass of wine and a clove because I DON'T live my life for horrible little parasite beast creatures. Goodnight, cruel world.
I'm just so pissed. Every year since I became of legal age to smoke, I have purchased exactly ONE pack of cloves on the first day of autumn or thereabouts.This ONE pack has lasted me until spring, and frequently I've found myself left with stale cigarettes once it gets warm again. I literally only smoke in the autumn (and not even much at that) because it's a lovely treat for myself once it's gotten cooler outside. It's like drinking my favorite autumn-only seasonal wine (Witches' Brew FTW). Sometimes you just want a treat like that, even if it's not so great for you. And to completely ban flavoring just because TEH CHYDRUNZ might get ahold of flavored cigarettes? GASP. TEH UNMITIGATED HORRORZ.
Seriously, when I was in middle/high school, all the kids I knew who smoked went for whatever brand they could find. You think they cared if it was flavored? Hell no. If all they could get were Tourneys, they smoked Tourneys. If all they could get were those disgusting little (ironically named) Smoker's Choice turd-looking cigarillos, you better believe they were puffing away on Smoker's Choice. They smoked whatever they could get. There was no preference. I knew exactly one kid who would only smoke Blacks, and that was because he was trying to project an image. So this fear over a type of cigarette that seriously makes up like less than 1 percent of cigarette sales...ugh. I'm disgusted. I'm disgusted not just for the assault on personal liberty, but also because it was done solely "FOR TEH CHYDRUNZ".
You know what? Fuck TEH CHYDRUNZ. TEH CHYDRUNZ can't get into hookah bars unless someone seriously drops the ball. TEH CHYDRUNZ are going to emulate their parents' habits first and foremost, so unless their parents smoke cloves or other flavored stuff, TEH CHYDRUNZ are gonna head straight for the Camels and the Marlboros and the Newports and what-the-fuck-ever else. I'm so sick of having to babyproof the fucking world. QUIT HAVING KIDS, YOU DUMBFUCKS.
That said, I will now cease my disjointed and nonsensical ragefest, as it's bedtime. You know, the bedtime I establish for myself after having a glass of wine and a clove because I DON'T live my life for horrible little parasite beast creatures. Goodnight, cruel world.