Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Old Man Smoking.

There I was, 36 years old to the day, waiting in the waiting room whilst Aimee was in the Operating Theater having her teeth looked at, reading Velvet Elvis when, on page 119, I came across that infamous line...

Are you smoking what you're selling?

A little part of my life was now complete. I had just read, in context, the quote that Melissa puts at the bottom of every single email she sends.

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