I just decided this morning that I might be a hypocrite.
Last night we met some friends at Fiore in the North End. Fiore has a roofdeck and you can smoke up there. We love it.
I try to be conscious of my non-smoking peeps. Many of my friends smoke, but when I am out somewhere, I am very aware that not everyone is cool with cigarette smoke.
Last night there were a bunch of people smoking cigars. The roofdeck at Fiore isn't tiny, but a bunch of cigar-smoking machismos made it pretty stinky up there. I couldn't help but comment on how disgusting cigars are. But then I though: I am a smoker. Who am I to pass any sort of judgment?
And that's when I realized that I am a hypocrite. Muah muah.
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