Several months ago I witnessed something one morning that shocked, awed and disgusted me all at once. Similar to a nun's reaction to watching a Lady Gaga video.
And I've been meaning to mention it but I keep forgetting.
While waiting for the train to leave Oshawa, I watched the guy sitting across from me pull out a tin of what I thought was shoe polish at the time. I looked away for a few seconds and when I looked back, I only caught what looked like he had snorted a chunk of shoe polish.
I was so repulsed that I texted my husband who wrote back that it was probably tobacco and that this wasn't uncommon when smoking is impossible.
Never. I could never ever imagine having to resort to this. I'm addicted to food but I can't ever imagine there would be a day when I would resort to snorting a cheeseburger, small fry and a coke up my nose if chewing it wasn't an option.
I still have nightmares. Click here if you want them too.
2 comments:
The idea of snuff alway intrigued me until I realised that (1) it can still give you cancer and (2) whichever way you slice it it, you're still inhaling a load of powdered dried leaves up your nose, which will just sit there.
It goes right to your lungs, no bloodstream nonsense apparently. Someone wrote me to tell me it'll rot the cavities of your sinuses away over time.
The tobacco that is. Not the McDonald Happy Meal.
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