Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

And your lungs. And your clothing. Hair.

The big fire up in Santa Barbaara is throwing ash all over the place.

Eh. I’m spoiled. When I was a kid, there were days that were like chain smoking. Now there’s seldom a day that amounts to a pipe.

Reminds me of Carlin’s bit, “WE SWAM IN RAW SEWAGE!

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