Up My Own Ass

That 50s Diner Feel

I despise cigarette smoke. Unless I’m at a casino. Then it just feels right. Breathing that shit in. Mmm. Where’s that 70-year-old cocktail lady with my Scotch? If a gambler sits next to me at the slots with a Lucky Strike or a Chesterfield lit up, I turn to him or her and say, “Welcome, stranger. [...]

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