Every once in a while, one gets really nostalgically wistful for an ashtray and a smoke in a bar, niteclub, lounge or entertainment establishment.
It’s often replaced by anger when one realizes that some MiddleEasterners have managed to get exceptions for their hookah/sheesha clubs in the name of sociocultural concerns.
But we won’t make exceptions for those ohsomany Americans whose sociocultural desires have been defecated on by the American Talibs.
Inshallah, Brother Blair. (Marry a fag, Don’t smoke one)
Speaking of hooka lounges, a bunch of white guys in our neighborhood (on Long Island) have opened up one of these joints...it’s doing well, I think; there are always cars in the parking lots. (It’s only open at night.)
Regards,