Big Tobacco (marlboroman) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-10 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | big tobacco, grunge |
Who: Big Tobacco and OPEN
Where: Central Park
When: Thursday, around 2pm
Rating: TBD
Big Tobacco was a country boy in his heart of hearts, born and cultivated in the plantations of the deep South. For all that, though, he was a fan of the big city. There was a subtle, gritty tang of pollution in the air that you just didn't get from old Mother Nature; hundreds of thousands of consumers daily pumping particles into the air with their gas-guzzling cars and all those other 'necessities' of modern-day living. It was beautiful.
And of course, more people meant more smokers. None of the flimsy attempts at regulation and restriction could keep them down for long. Smoking may have been banned from bars and restaurants, but that only meant more of his disciples were lighting up in the street, for second-hand smoke to be passed on and inhaled by any number of passersby. Government regulations were an irritation, but he could never imagine them posing any viable threat to his dominance.
It was, therefore, quite a chipper Big Tobacco who sat on a Central Park bench, flicking though the most recent Journal of the American Medical Association in much the same way one might ordinarily skim over one of the tabloids. In one hand he held a silver lighter, with which he toyed absentmindedly as he idly scanned an article detailing new research into the dangers of second-hand smoking. If the bad press was any concern to him at all, it didn't show in the slightest.