I quit smoking exactly one year, two months and five days ago. Not that I’m counting. I mention this because it’s becoming apparent to me with the formation of each new story that smoking wants to keep popping up in some form or another. Frankly it was rather important in one of these stories. At any rate, I’m just going to say that I know it’s happening, and I’m more than happy to let it happen. I quit smoking for none of the reasons that you might think, I despise the Truth ad campaign and I hate every movement that seeks to remove smoking from the arts. I’m tempted to make sure that every story I write contains smoking of some sort, but then I’m overreacting in the opposite direction and, well, that just seems silly. So you might start to notice that smoking pops up a lot in these stories and I’m just saying…I quit smoking exactly one year, two months and five days ago, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to quit smoking in my imagination.
Thank you for smoking.
August 3, 2007 By Joseph Devon