See, the box is sitting right inside my room, open in front of the door. I could walk over there right now and go caffeine bonkers. Instead, I'm sitting 8 feet away at my coffee table, on the floor, drinking tonic water. Quinine tastes a lot like the finish on the wooden floor. It's what makes tonic water different from seltzer water, which is just water.
Club soda falls somewhere in between.
As for the cigarettes, I think I'm going to carry them around and meticulously tear them to bits one at a time whenever I am around smokers. Or anytime someone asks me if they can bum a smoke. I don't smoke. Okay, now imagine a little spiky girl jumping up and down on your foot with steel toed boots about half the time. So, he either reads THIS, or I actually do know him.