On a bus. I found a good seat, and then a smelly smoker sat next to me. I confess that I hate the smell of smoke, and especially stale smoke. I know it's an addiction, but something about this smell..... Months or years of tar infusing someone's coat into a rank odour... That just drives me nuts. On top of it, the guy pulls put a breath mint! Dude, you need more than a breath mint! For any smokers out there, I sincerely hope you can quit. For to your sake and for others! Now my hair will reek for the rest of the day. :( ew.
The Georgia Straight: A 50th Anniversary Celebration Book
This beautifully produced coffee-table book brings together over 100 of Georgia Straight's iconic covers, along with short essays, insider details and contributor reflections, putting each of these issues of the publication into its historical context.