Where Has All the Glamour of Smoking Gone?
The following fantasy had great appeal to me back in the day: We close friends - tortured, creative, young, exuberant, inquisitive, out to make our mark on the world - meet at a dark coffee shop, cigarettes ablaze, each individual holding forth, till the wee hours, perhaps till dawn, reluctant to leave in our separate cars, exhilarated... Read more









