Scenes from a city.
There is this old woman who is very, very short... like, five-foot-nothing short. She's making her way to Jarvis Street and points unknown from there, and at her side is this little cart with 2 wheels, inside of which is an oxygen tank/monitor.
Presumably, she's got some problem with her lung, (or she's a drug addict) but what do I see in her hand but a goddamned lit cigarette.
I think to myself, "okay, now if there was ever an anti-smoking mascot, it would be her. Here kids, THIS is what's going to happen to you."
~John
Presumably, she's got some problem with her lung, (or she's a drug addict) but what do I see in her hand but a goddamned lit cigarette.
I think to myself, "okay, now if there was ever an anti-smoking mascot, it would be her. Here kids, THIS is what's going to happen to you."
~John