Detective Laura McCallister

Ya just gotta love this catchy article headline:

Well, hell, why didn’t I think of that? Beat my brains to a pulp and perhaps I’ll forget that I am a smoker.

As one of the filthy, stinky, scorned members of society, I am sure there are quite a few squeaky clean, fragrant, holier-than-thou members who would happily oblige.

Yeah, I know. The article says: Clearly brain damage isn’t a treatment option for people struggling to kick the habit. Sometimes, however, I think it might be the appropriate treatment option for the self-righteous non-smokers out there. Perhaps they’ll forget that while, yes, they have a right not to breathe my fumes, the entire fricking universe does not revolve around them. Blemishes, bad habits, and blasphemies—we all have a right to be here. If I keep my smoke away from you, would you promise to keep your hot air away from me?

Gee, don’t get me going here! I’ll end up on a rant so enraging that I’ll end up banging my head against the wall! And what’ll that get me?

Oooooh yeaaaaah!

Brain damage!

Then I’ll forget I’m a…

I’m a…

I’m a…um…

What were we talking about?