This picture could've been me, except I'd also have a martini glass in the other hand while I talked smack about the neighborhood kids.
But seriously, I'm thankful that every restaurant and bar facilities in California do not permit smoking indoors. I remember when I'd go to the Roseland Theater in Portland and come out not being able to breathe. Don't get me started on smelling like cigarettes after going out clubbing.
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