According to a random woman in a Wal-Mart parking lot, that is. I suppose I should start from the beginning though, huh?
Well, I guess I should just come out with it. I'm a smoker. Please, put down your torches and pitchforks for a moment, though, so I can explain.
I smoke one or two cigarettes a week, and never EVER EVER when my child is in at least a two-mile radius. Or, for that matter, anyone's child. As I see it, when a kid turns 18, and they want to smoke, that's their choice. Until then…
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