For the record, I was never a smoker. My lungs should be as pink and soft as the inside of a baby kitten’s mouth, minus the sandpaper tongue and hairballs. And if they’re not, I blame not the second-hand smoke of my mom from birth to 18 or the second-hand smoke from most of my […]
Holly Golightly
Old Movie Fans Are a Little Psycho
Don’t tell me about how the good old days were better than now. I’m not a subscriber to the notion that our country is going to pot, the world is screwed up because kids have no respect for their elders anymore and they’re not smacked around enough, and everything was better 30 years ago. Food […]