Diligent readers will probably chalk this up to my, ahem, oral fixation, but is it really so wrong to be of a legal age to buy cigarettes but instead buy a carton of candy cigarettes and drive around singing Marianne Faithfull songs?
Not that, you know, I spent the afternoon doing that or anything. That would be wrong.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.