SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES...

When I was growing up, smoking was just a part of life. It seemed like every other person smoked, and no house went without an ashtray on practically every coffee-table, end-table, nightstand, kitchen counter, toilet-tank, and anywhere else one might drop a potted plant. No kid made it out of an elementary-school crafts class without making an ashtray out of clay to bring home to mom so she would have someplace to drop her ashes with pride. 

Being a big fan of pulp fiction and noir films, it seems like people in those yarns lived on alcohol and smokes. Although I don't smoke, I don't have the tobacco-phobia so common amongst many today. Oh, sure, it's not a healthy past-time, but it's also not the evil that some portray it to be. Cheeseburgers are probably worse for your health than smokes. It seems like the people most paranoid about things like "second-hand smoke" are those who wring their hands over global-warming and overpopulation; two of the stupidest ideas driven by junk science if ever there was a stupid idea. So here's my doodle for the day-- my non-conformist rebellion against all such stupid phobias.