There have been smokers around. They smoke in the stair wells. They smoke in the bathrooms. The whole floor is filled with the smell of smoke. Tuj retreats into his little cell and shuts his door tight. Smoke is cut off. So is the world. Tuj will not venture outside because of the smoke. Others will not come because of the smoke. The chance for others to drop by becomes slimmer still, because of the need to first climb one flight of stairs, to walk along a corridor and to overcome the barrier of a closed door all in the choking smoke.

Fuck you all, smokers who do not respect the no-smoking mandate and the right to fresh air of other people.