My tidbit today after much busy-ness with two jobs one after the other is:

irregardless of the friends/family i have that smoke, who i dont even think twice about, how gross is it to see a 50+ yr old man light up a Marlboro after clearly panting his way around the city in the midday heat on an 85+ degree August Chicago day? the part that bothers me is not the actual act of smoking, but witnesses him in his moment of compulsive weakness as he sates the craving that controls him more than his wife ever can...