The stench of stale cigarette smoke on my clothing and hair was hardly what I would ever have called nostalgic.
“The stench of stale cigarette smoke on my clothing and hair was hardly what I would ever have called nostalgic.”
Back in the day when me and my buddy went out chasing tail at the local bars and night clubs smoking was everywhere. Didn’t matter how cold it was or how far we had to walk we would leave our coats in the car so they didn’t get polluted with smoke. Anytime I wore a sweater out I would hang it outside when I got home in the hopes of airing it out. Stale smoke is a hellish smell IMO.