well.

Flo was visiting with her daughter, age...oh let's say 7. Could be 8. Certainly no more than 19. Flo had already raided the liquor closet and had her butt parked on my deck, and her daughter joined her. I cut a cigar and went outside. I could feel eyes on me as I lit up. It was time to step up and be a role model, I decided.

"Don't ever smoke these," I said with smoke bellowing out of the corners of my mouth. "They're horrible for you."

"Then why do you smoke them?" the child asked.

"Because no one cares if I die."

They nodded, not saying a-ny-thing.