Thursday, October 20, 2016

Cigarette bums

Well I finally put a note on my door to stop the cigarette bums from bugging me. I sit outside and have a smoke or five every day. My porch is right beside the street; within arm's reach. So as I sit a lot of people whom I call cigarette bums pass by and ask me for a cigarette. And quite often they ask for a light as well. I guess I've gotten a reputation as someone who shares.

Cigarettes aren't cheap and I can't afford to supply my whole neighborhood on my pension. So I wrote a note on my door.

My note reads: Gone to hell see you when you pass on.

One person has seen it so far. He turned around and walked away with a disgusting look on his face.

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