Taxes, taxes, taxes
Tears were running
down my eyes, and for the first time, I realize how bad it is on the other side of the equation. It was just as bad as my
pal’s newspaper butt- annoying, and painful.
“Ah ha ha ha!”
The guys laughed, as
l chocked on their smoke. No compassion! That is just plain evil in my book. Not long after the city passed the no
smoking ban in public places, a bouncer was killed in a bar or restaurant in Chinatown over a butt. The bouncer threw the guy out because he wouldn’t put out his smoke.
He came back with a gun, and shot him dead.
How can we let
nicotine have such a strong hold on our soul…ourselves- us? I don’t believe in banning it, because prohibition didn’t work
either. This is a personal control issue, and each one of us has to work that
out. If you don’t believe dying from emphysema is a horrible ordeal, go to any
hospital, and check it out. Take a look at folks that didn’t give a damn, and
smoked because they wanted to, and nobody was going to stop them.
Our nicotine Jones
has created a black market for smokes in N.Y.C. The cost of butts is so high here,
that peeps drive down south, and bring them back for a fraction of the costs.
Meanwhile, politicians whine about how these peeps cheat tax payers out of revenue,
and they keep raising the tax on smokes.
