smoke ‘em out

I’m sure that Bush has nothing to do with what is going on in my apartment building, but I think he’d like the whole gist of it. The person below me, whom I have never ever seen, smokes like a chimney and it seems that my apartment is the flew. I hate sitting in my apartment smelling smoke. I can barely handle it in bars much less my own house. I hate smoking. Hate. It. I know I’m not a terrorist, but I’m wondering just why I’m being smoked out of my own home.

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