You may recognize me as a vociferous opponent of the smoking ban, and as such I shall remain.  So how am I dealing with it?  I don't know yet.  I haven't had a drink or a cigarette in three days, partially because I'm kind of scared to go to The Bar because of what it is going to be like with that old familiar bar soot.  I'm a little scared of change - I'll admit that.  I know it's not going to be the same when I can't sit there in my traditional bar pose - arm resting perpendicular on the bar, cigarette in hand, head resting on outstretched thumb.  I've had countless drinks and countless conversations in that exact pose, breaking formation for mere seconds to take a deep drag that will billow slowly out of my mouth, up my nostrils, and then be slowly exhaled through my mouth again, blowing listlessly away like a capricious zephyr.  It wasn't just a cigarette - it was an act of love.  Now, I can only imagine what that act will resemble - hurriedly sucking down puffs while shivering outside, with diminished enjoyment and a desire to finish quickly.  It won't be an act of love - it will be like getting a blowjob in an alley at mardi gras. 

Nevertheless, I'll be venturing out to the bar tonight for a few drinks and yes, a couple of cigarettes.  But I'm not going to like it.