It is tough to smoke, everyone knows that. The fact is that you probably won’t find someone who is a greater advocate of smoking than I am. Everyone should really smoking just because it is so tough. But since a few weeks I’m back in effect, no longer any smoking rooms. the
Instead, I stand in the sun with an e-cigarette, one of those klunkig metallapparat bidding on the smoke consisting of water, propylene glycol, glycerol and nicotine. Jättetöntigt it feels.
a colleague of me that e-cigarettes will soon be a class symbol, an accessory that is only used by people who drink energy drinks without branched-chain amino acids but with the sugar and buy the keyboard with a strong green light from the buttons.
There is a sense of patetik, a realization that I am no longer tough, that affects me. Instead, I have become old, (semi)-useful and adult. Soon, I will certainly end up spending my days with wine in the parks for the benefit of the contexts that contain the word ”mingle”. Ugh, what a nightmare.
a little futuristic, and fits in well with my image to make me of everything in my life that can be interpreted as analogous. But it weighs not up for töntigheten, and every time I give myself out for a smoke, I can see how people judge me. From now on, people will forever believe that I am a gamer.
Hugo Ewald is DN’s faktaredaktör and would like to clarify that in all cases, still visit the bars.
