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Show have a Dan Valentine i our midst Bum steer I . ; I sez to Hoyo looking at the total monetary contents of ! kets and, without taking off one of my shoes, counting up to 1 3 Y-p is time for the young boy to make the no-bile sacrifice for his i t clean up the act and become once again pure as the driven slush i L words, Hoyo my good man , I am going to give up smoking " I'Sre broke, huh?" replies Hoyo. ;..Ldidyouknow?"Iasksretorically. rL hours and 14 packs of hfesavers later, the young boy finds ' if seated by none other than J.R. Reynolds, borderline trainable istom cigarette smoker by trade. "--Waldo old cump, sez JR-, why you shaking so much." ! ..,oave up smoking," 1 sez, as he lights anodier. ny did you do that?" he asks, putting down the one and lighting i .ii another cigarette. I '"-Well " ' sez- watchin him hrit a thlrd 1,1 didn'1 like the idea of Looked on any habit." ! '-Bat's this hooked business, he sez, lighting up four more, "why, 1 Luit any time I want." r-Riglit," I sez, putting on my gas mask, see you around the old TB 'd i Walking along, I suddenly feels a tap on my shoulder, i .fjido", old boy," sez the speaker, none other than William S. banouy, known to friends as Bill, next door nightbor and primary I ie, "what's wrong? You seem a little jumpy." 'just a touch," I sez, disengaging my fingernails from the ceiling tiles i climbing down to the floor, "must be because 1 gave up smoking." "Why should that affect you?" asks old BS. "All you should feel is juration at defeating the devil's own weed." that you say?" I sez. "It's not that it's the devil's weed, it is just 1 11 it is no longer mine. Anyways, the result is the same," I sez, hitting "floor in another of a continuing group ofnicotinefits. i" "I don't know what you are talking about," sez old BS, kicking me ! -the kidneys. "Anyway, good luck." Rushing over to see Hoyo, I takes a chair in his front room and tells amy troubles. j "People just don't understand what it is to give up smoking," I sez as Vis the flask of his pipe with water. "Right," he sez, connecting the bowl and tubes. ' "Bui, it is my decision," I sez, as he fills the bowl whith shavings am his black block. ; "Right, sez Hoyo, lighting up. Holding his breath for as long as 'sable, he finally adds, "remember, though, it isn't whether you jab, it's what you smoke." i O |
