Smoke Free San Fran is Sweet

Ratdogs run from smoke too

I am still recovering from my night out with Sandra, I reek of booze as I sweat out toxins at the gym, but there is one stink I don’t have. I don’t stink of cigarette smoke. Do you know how lucky you are San Francisco, to have smoke-free bars? Oh. My. God. How nice it is!

Leaving a bar, I don’t have the desire to shower off the smoke. I need not dry clean my fancy shirt. Best of all, no cig butt burns! Oh how I wish we were Smoke Free DC on the other coast.

San Fran, I’m jealous.

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