Looking out for the Nation
Written by Sara Jane Luley
Now I really don’t care one way or another if you decide to smoke. As long as you don’t do it around me and you’re ok with lung cancer looming in your future…be my guest.
WHY would he say no? He could be cool like the ninth grader! Hell, this kid’s probably getting some high-school ass. Why would Billy turn down free drugs and high-school ass? All these movies teach you are that if you want to thug it and be a “cool kid,” go behind the gym in the middle of science class with a pack of Marlboros. (And these days…who doesn’t want to be a thug in middle school?)
For all know, my lungs look like that too, simply because I spent too many afternoons on the streets of downtown Pittsburgh.
They have to make videos of what kind of people smoke cigarettes. Because you know who’s really doing it? Not the “cool kids.” Show them a tape of NASCAR fans. Take them to a truck stop. Show them pedophile-looking men with porn ‘staches that hang out in bowling alleys. Hell, give me $200 and I’ll hit up a honky-tonk and make a video that will cut the youth cigarette consumption by half within three weeks.
Another world problem solved.
