Smoke Up!

Painting at 5 am while Bob Dylan sings about going to find America.

We make America.

Right here on the stage.

You don’t need to hitchhike Bob. Just buy yourself a ticket. We’ll bring America to you.

Anywhere else you’d like to be? We can do that too. From ancient Greece to the land of Oz.

We’re the Virtual Travel Agency.

We all smoke. We smoke, but we say that we want to quit. That we’re going to quit.

That’s the cool thing. Guilt is in. Guilt is hip. It’s okay to do wrong, as long as you want to change.

It wouldn’t be hip to actually quit. To succeed in something all of your friends have failed at thus far. To walk around gloating your victory as they huddle outside of a door in sub-zero temperatures for a couple of December drags. Then where will you be? In the “No Smoking” section. All by yourself. Lonely. You’d have friends if you smoked. You could hang out and smoke with someone who you would never befriend under smoke-free circumstances. Smoking gives you a common bond that makes you part of an unspoken secret society of those who refuse to breathe easy. Do you really want to throw that away? Smoke up brother. Smoke up.