The result is a perfectly rolled cigarette every time, with maximum pleasure, minimum effort, and little wasted tobacco
Nearly every line is quotable, so I'll limit myself to excerpting this unhinged monologue, the best of its kind outside of Humphrey Bogart as Fred C
A freshly lit cigarette can carry a brief open flame on its paper, and an actual flame ignites gasoline vapor instantly, every single time
This mucous material is completely fills the middle ear space, inhibits sound transmission, and can lead to other complications
On a number of social media forums, I have observed threads around questions of what would William Burroughs make of all of this? Scrolling through the rather predictable responses speculating on how he would be critical of the authorities in their handling of the situation and whether or not he would wear a mask, I experienced a surging sense of deflatement and apathy