Notes » April 2005

Marlboro Mincer

Hong Kong never fails to throw something new at me each time I'm on the streets.

I spotted a teenage boy as he sashayed through the park. To say his gait was effeminate would be a gross understatement, but that wasn't as odd as the way he smoked his cigarette.

He was using a pair of chopsticks as a cigarette holder. Every few steps he'd take a puff and then flounce about, burning up more of the cigarette by hand than by smoking.

The Marlboro Man would have been offended.

As peculiar as the affectation was, it did save his fingers from nicotine stains, but I hope he wasn't planning to eat with those chopsticks later.

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