Let's face it. People be puffin' all across this great city of ours. Whether you're an East Village guitarist or a Bed-Stuy hood or a Park Slope mommy, sometimes you just need to chill out with some smoke every once in a while...calm the ol' nerves.
Of course, that chillin' out ain't always happening in the comfort of folks' homes. Sometimes a man just needs to get away from his apartment or job or whatever, take a leisurely stroll, and take off the edge.
I mean, walk around the Wall Street area around lunchtime and there's a good chance you'll catch a whiff of the green...and believe me, that scent ain't coming from the protestors in Zuccotti Park. It's eminating from traders out on their lunch breaks. This same scenario happens all day long throughout the city. All I'm saying is that as a seasoned smoker, the nose knows.