#119 – Smoker
Well, I’m not!
I think the only time someone can officially and confidently say you look like something is when they go, “You look like a psychopath.” You know, messy wispy hair, one twitching eye, quivering upper lip. You see all that on a person, and well, you probably got a fellow that wants to kidnap you, tie you up to an old armoire in his basement, and take dirty dirty dirty photographs of you, which, much later on, he’ll use to turn his bedroom ceiling into a collage of nasty things. So, yeah, there you go.
What makes me look like a smoker? The beard? My devilish grin? My deeply disturbed metabolism and suppressed appetite?