The Wandering Disgruntled, Pt 2

I’ve now been living with neighbors secondhand cigarette smoke for about six months – we’ve moved twice in six months – property managers will not acknowledge or deal with the problem. Lawsuits take forever. We can’t move again right now.  I’ve developed MCS; phantom tastes and smells (in addition to the [ahem] genuine type). It’s hell. At least I have internet cafes to inhabit – since I can no longer work at home ...more

Chemical assault in childhood may have predisposed me to this – two adults often chain-smoked around us kids. My grandfather the mad gardener boasted using DDT on the frickin’ green beans and apparently most other things (Gather ‘round, children, as I spray you for mosquitos! Won’t this be fun!).

In high school I took up smoking because I thought it looked cool – smoked for a few years then quit cold turkey on the third try – embarking on a very long period of excellent health: good diet, supplements, exercise, no smoke! This period lasted until about six months ago. Working out in a smoke-filled apartment made my system go kaflooey.

Now I must go . . . I think someone’s walking down the street wearing Old Spice and smoking unfiltered Camels.Yup.