An ode to my smoking neighbors When you feel an urge for a smoke and the weather is hot, if our attic fan is churning, I beg you please do not go out of your door and like up your ciggy for it makes our home smell some sort of wiggy. We gag and we choke as our lungs fill with smoke. I tell you we’d rather you not make us croak. For we have no A/C to help keep us cool so our windows stay open. Do you hear me, you fool? Go back in your house and give smoking a whirl just pleaseRead More →