more adventures in hate-reading
First page of a Hellblazer trade paperback:
John Constantine lights up in an American bus depot, and a security guard points to a “No Smoking” sign: “Hey buddy, take it outside.”
Constantine: “Y’know, for a land that holds freedom so dear…it’s surprising how
little of it is actually tolerated.”
Guard: “Whatever. Non-smokers have rights too.”
Constantine: “That they do.
Apparently ones held in higher regard than mine.”
This is a man for whom, in a life dealing and battling
literal demons, one of his most terrifying and painful experiences was nearly
dying of late-stage lung cancer, followed closely watching a friend actually
die of lung cancer, for whom continuing to smoke is an act of nihilistic
Yup. This guy would absolutely devote energy to feeling aggrieved
that he has to walk three steps so others aren’t forced to take in the carcinogenic
fumes he’s slowly, deliberately, killing himself with.
reluctant reading later…
Sometimes I should listen to the little voice that tells me on page 3, don’t do this to yourself. The last two Chew trade paperbacks are right there on your shelf, idiot.