I’m talking to a buddy of mine at the bar, we’re chatting about smoking. No matter how long I’ve quit smoking, I could easily have a drag off that cigarette between your two fingers. But then it would be all over. Pack of Marlboro’s please.
He says, I want to quit smoking, but then, what excuse will I have, when I’m in a boring conversation, and I want to leave? I tell him, I just say, I gotta take a piss. You leave, then you get sidetracked talking to another person. People understand that.
And no cancer.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.