Grabbin' a Smoke
I used to do it. I shouldn't have, but I did. My father said he would pay me $1,000 if I didn't before I was 18. I did it anyway. If it wasn't bad for my health, I might still do it. Sometimes I feel badly for them; I try not to judge, comment, fan my hand beneath my nose or stare in disgust. They've been banished to the street, the far edge of the driveway, outside the parameters of a school zone. Why should I make them feel any worse than they already must?
On a foggy evening these two banished souls were just too tempting not to capture. I imagine their dates and dinners remained inside, while they seemed perfectly content to enjoy a moment on the street corner.